I apologize for the very short chapter but I think I can make up for it soon ;)

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Usually I had a pretty good sense of whose a bad guy, and whose a good guy. And well, if you knew someone's was a bad guy you'd turn around and run the opposite direction.

Sometimes I just can't tell with Scott. One minute, I hate his guts and want to rip them out... and the next he's my best friend.

I looked around Scott's bedroom, which was a lot different from what I had pictured.

"I think you mean bestiality." Scott told Stiles, whose eyes slowly met mine.

"Uh. No... I think he means beastiary. Because beastiality means a human having sex with an animal." I said with a forced smile as Scott's eyes widened.

"Yeah—yeah I know that." He stammered as I hummed, Stiles rolling his eyes.

"Anyways... it's like an encyclopedia for mythical creatures." Stiles said as Scott frowned.

"Why am I the only one that doesn't ever know anything?" He asked as I shrugged.

"Well because you never do your research. And Stiles here is your best friend. A best friend who has a werewolf bestie. It's kinda like... his main priority to know what the hell is wrong with you." I patted Stiles shoulder and smiled.

"... right. Yeah—yeah he's right." Stiles stuttered as I looked between the two.

"I have a small library in my house with like... a thousand... hundreds of years old books. And there's a small section of mythical creatures in it." I said with a smile as Scott frowned again.

"How are we supposed to know that the books are genuine?" He asked as I scoffed.

"Did you seriously forget what I mentioned when we first met?" I asked as Stiles and Scott shared a confused look and I sighed. "My family comes from a small line of werewolves and werewolf hunters. I'm pretty sure the books are authentic." I said as Scott "oohed."

"Right, yeah I remember now. But the Argent's have been hunters for centuries, so wouldn't they have documented every mythical creature they've encountered?" Stiles asked as I shrugged.

"Yeah, but it would be easier to look through my library rather than stealing an old book from... a wrinkly old man." The three of us shrugged and all left his room and went outside.

Stiles and Scott got into Roscoe as I got into my own car, the three of us now on our way to my house.

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"Hey Dean, where's Jeremy?" Stiles asked as I ran my finger along the spines of old books.

"At his friend's house again. Him and Mark have been hanging out every day after school since they met. I don't see him very much now a days." I said, furrowing my brows as I squinted at a very old book.

The words were faded, but I could just make out what it said.

The Beasts That Haunts Us By Alfred Edric-Argent

"Argent..." I whispered, Scott and Stiles turning their heads.

"What?" They spoke in unison as I pulled the book out.

"This book is by Alfred Edric-Argent..." I trailed off and stared at the cover, a drawn werewolf on it.

"A-Argent?" Scott stammered as I nodded. "You mean to tell us that you are distantly related to—"

"Allison."