To Better The Shattered; Scott McCall [2] ✔

0.10 Prologue

DISCLAIMER: I Do Not Own Teen Wolf

Molly and Frank Argent had a nice life. They didn't often leave New York City, opting for settling into a permanent residence nearby and hunting the odd supernatural that turned up. Neither of them enjoyed killing, maiming or injuring. Their broadsword (a wedding gift) was kept securely in a locked box in the cupboard.

Yeah, Molly and Frank Argent hunted werewolves.

Their daughter, Ellie, remained blissfully unaware, which they were grateful for. They didn't want her to have a life like theirs, or, rather, a life like Molly's. Her father, Gerard, was a tyrant, and a psychopath. His wife, Diane, had died years ago because of a werewolf, and the previously good-natured hunting party turned into a group of sour murderers.

Diane had been a beautiful woman, with long, chocolate brown hair and crystal blue eyes. Her smiles never faltered, and her love for her children was pure and strong. Her close friend, Michael, was bitten by an alpha. Ignoring her husband's advice, she'd tried to help him during a full moon. He attacked her, tore out her throat, and then, once he'd regained consciousness, told the authorities it was an animal attack.

"We Hunt Those Who Hunt Us," was Argent law, but very few really stuck to the hunting regulations that they were all meant to follow. As a family, the Argent's were the leaders of the group. Others joined, be it by marriage or recruitment, but they never rose to a status as high as an Argent would. Molly was trained her entire life, never really given a childhood and moved unceremoniously from town to town, with her older brother Chris and younger sister Kate.

Kate was much like her father, with the same dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes, and the same absolute hatred for the supernatural. She took their mother's death hardest of all, and was easily brainwashed by Gerard into thinking the entire annihilation of the species was what was best.

Molly didn't think the same thing, and, she knew, deep down neither did Chris. He just possessed an unfortunate desire to feel accepted by Gerard, and make his father proud. Molly's lack of respect for the man made her the black sheep of the family.

In college, the four,euphoric years away from her crazy, terrifying family, she met Frank Barnes, a young man who wanted to be a professional photographer. They became sweethearts very quickly, spending almost every waking moment with each other and learning everything they could about each other. It got to the point that the pair were so in love she told him the family secret, and what being with her would mean for him.

At first, he avoided her. The information was too much, even for a man so in love with her. For months, he didn't talk to her, didn't stay in the same room as her for more than five minutes. Molly was beginning to think there was no hope for their relationship, and she would be forced to go back to her father, and to a life she didn't want. But then he turned up at her door one evening.

He was sweating, his clothes stuck to his body from the rain outside, and a black box clutched in his hand. He thrust it out toward her, opened it to reveal a silver ring with a sharp, clear diamond.

"Will you marry me?" he asked.

Of course, she said yes, and they resumed the honeymoon phase. She told him soon that if they really were to be married ("Of course we're to be married!" he'd yelled), he would have to take her last name. Argent's were always Argent's, and his agreement to this would make her father respect him.

When Kate, Chris and Gerard met Frank, they weren't openly hostile. Kate sneered a bit, and Chris scowled, but her father obtained the same understanding air as he did when he met an increasingly interesting cadet ready to slay the supernatural.