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So many things have happened since he and his family had moved back to Beacon Hills. Death mostly; his sister, his wife, other hunters that came to work with the family that birthed the myth that werewolves were fatally allergic to silver. And the death of the one person that truly made him a better man: his daughter, his Allison died here in this town. She died after in the arms of the boy she loved, after surviving so many things that had ended the lives of hunters with more experience and training than she had. Scott McCall made Chris look at his life under a new light. And he himself had changed. His belief that he should only hunt the bad wolves remained, but now he believed that not only could he let certain wolves live, but he could ally himself with the pack that now called Beacon Hills home; and he wouldn't have to worry about a double-cross.
Despite his initial dislike for Scott, Chris was not blind to the boys growth from awkward teen to confidant young man. From omega to alpha. And he could admit, to himself if no one else, that he was impressed with the growth. Seeing how Scott drew people, supernatural and mundane alike, into his presence and seeing how they do all they can to receive his smile, his approval still astounded him. Chris knew he wasn't immune to this desire, but, he tells himself, he is able to mask this before anyone can notice.
When Chris found out that Scott was a true alpha, he immediately went to the family beastiary and began research. After an exhaustive six hour search he only learned the bare bones of what a True Alpha was and how rare they were. But to think that Scott McCall, the goofy, unworthy wolf that used to date his daughter was a pillar of strength, will, and morality; that his beliefs were so strong that they were able to elevate his status from an omega with a ragtag pack of humans, to an alpha wolf, shocked Chris beyond words.
And now as he stands in the shadows, a silent sentinel, and watches as Scott eases a scared young man into a terrifying new world, he is proud to know that he is a member of Scott's pack; that his words have given the young alpha the inspiration to calm and welcome the new pup into the fold of supernatural workings of Beacon Hills. Chris is home again. And while being home might mean more death, more pain, he knows that everything that he has learned, everything that he has changed about himself, would come into play.