Teen Wolf Imagines (Requests Closed)

My Favorite Weapon - Chris Argent (Part 1)

You'd been in Beacon Hills for about two days when you realized they had a massive supernatural problem. It figured. You'd moved from your last town because you were trying to get away from the otherworldly drama. And here you were, right back in the middle of it. Because, of course, the first friend you made would be a werewolf. But you and Derek just clicked.

Now, you were at your first pack meeting as Derek wanted to introduce you to everyone else. They were dealing with their current issue of the month and he thought they could use your help. You sat on a counter to the side as everyone filed in. Their eyes were all locked on you though no one said anything until an older man came in with a young girl you assumed to be his daughter. The two of you locked gazes for what felt like minutes but was probably only a few seconds. Derek glanced at you and arched a brow as he picked up on the chemo signals that said you were attracted to the new arrival.

You made a face and flipped him off which made him chuckle.

"Who's this?" the man asked and your eyes found him again. The deep rumble of his voice did nothing to ease your attraction. Damn.

"Everyone this is Y/N. She's new to town but I think she can be a big help," Derek explained. He went around the room and introduced everyone. They certainly had a mix of supers in their little group.

"No. Absolutely not," Chris said with a shake of his head. "The last thing we need is another untrained person getting in the way during a fight. She'll be a liability to herself and others. Just because she knows about the supernatural doesn't mean she should get involved in our business." He was sexy even when he was being an ass. You were in so much trouble.

Your lips twitched as you leaned forward and rested your elbows on your knees. "Yeah, Derek. What's the deal with just throwing me into a fight with no training or anything?"

He rolled his eyes. He'd seen you fight firsthand which is why he was so anxious to make you part of the pack. "She can fight, Chris. I'd trust her to have my back."

Those piercing blue eyes darted over to you. "Is that true? Can you fight?"

"I've been known to hold my own."

Derek gave you another look and you shrugged. You didn't like being underestimated and you were annoyed that Mr. Sexy over there just assumed you were useless. You weren't going to make it easy on him.

"Against a werewolf?" he pressed.

You pursed your lips. "I've never actually fought a werewolf." You'd fought hybrids, witches and vampires, but no werewolves.

Chris glared at Derek who held up his hands in surrender. "Fine, Argent. Run her through her paces. You decide if she's worthy or not."

The teenagers in the room were just looking between the three of you, obviously entertained by this conversation. It was your understanding that Scott kid was a true alpha so you were surprised he was just sitting there, saying nothing.

He must have felt your gaze because he turned to you with a smile. "No point in getting involved in the discussion until something is said I disagree with. No offense, but we don't know you."

You shrugged. "I get that. You're looking out for your pack. It's what you're supposed to do. I'm just not used to seeing it is all."

He tilted his head with a frown, obviously wanting to ask you to explain. Relief flowed through you when he didn't. You weren't even sure you could get these kids to understand how bad a pack ruled by fear was. Hopefully, they'd never have to find out.

"Are you even listening?" that low voice snapped.

You turned to Chris with an arched brow. "Sorry, I got bored of the conversation about two minutes in."