Teen Wolf: Alpha Reborn

Chris's POV 

After Allison and her friends left, Chris immediately called his sister and the other hunters to assist him in getting the seven injured hunters to the hospital. 

When the backup arrived, Kate and Victoria were with them. The moment Victoria saw the condition of the hunters, her face darkened. "What happened? Didn't you come here to scare Scott? What could've done this to leave our hunters like this?" 

Chris's jaw tightened. "We'll talk at home." 

Once the injured were on their way to the hospital, Chris, Victoria, and Kate drove back home. The ride was tense, silence broken only by Victoria's heavy sighs and Kate tapping her nails impatiently on the dashboard. 

Inside the house, Chris finally spoke. "Scott was the one who did that." 

Kate blinked in disbelief. "Scott? As in Scott McCall? He's just a kid. Even if he's strong, there's no way he could take out seven hunters without a scratch. What is he, anyway?" 

Chris ran a hand down his face, exhaustion weighing heavily on his tone. "He's a werewolf. But not like anything I've ever seen—or heard of—before. And he's an Alpha too." 

Victoria's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean? What makes him different?" 

Chris paced the room, recalling the confrontation. "He was fast. Too fast. He took down the seven hunters before they could react. And he did all of that in his normal human form. Then he shifted." 

Kate frowned. "Shifted? You mean like Peter?" 

Chris shook his head. "No, not like Peter. I mean a full wolf form. But bigger—he was larger than any horse I've ever seen. And in that form, he could speak. He was in total control." 

Victoria's voice dropped, almost hesitant. "What did he say to you?" 

Chris stopped pacing and locked eyes with his wife and sister. "He told me that Beacon Hills is his territory. And if we piss him off, he'll drive the Argent family out of it." 

Kate scoffed, her temper flaring. "How dare he? He's just a brat—and a stupid werewolf at that. All we need is a strong dose of wolfsbane, and he'll be done for." 

Chris's voice rose, sharper now. "Have you forgotten? He walked through a barrier of mountain ash like it wasn't even there. Then he drank the tea Victoria gave him—laced with wolfsbane—and didn't feel a thing." 

Kate's defiance wavered for a moment before she crossed her arms. "So what are you saying? That we just let him do whatever he wants?" 

Chris exhaled slowly, trying to stay calm. "Yes. We let him do whatever he wants, we have to. And believe me, Kate, if Allison wasn't his girlfriend, there wouldn't be an Argent family left in Beacon Hills." 

Kate looked like she wanted to argue, but the weight of Chris's words stopped her. 

Chris turned to both women, his tone firm. "From now on, we do not provoke him. As for Allison, let her be with him. He'll keep her safe." 

Victoria finally spoke, her voice cold but measured. "Chris, we're hunters. We can't let Allis..." 

Chris cut her off. "Look, he's not evil. He's protecting this town. Allison told me he killed a Lamia yesterday. A Lamia that could shift into a giant snake. Maybe, instead of fighting him, we work with him." 

Victoria's expression shifted, a flicker of doubt crossing her face. "A Lamia? Here in Beacon Hills? Why would a Lamia come here?" 

Chris shook his head. "I don't know. Maybe we can ask Scott, after we deal with Peter and Derek tomorrow. But remember, we ask nicely this time." 

Kate muttered something under her breath but didn't protest further. The room fell into a tense silence, the weight of their decision pressing heavily on all of them. 

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A bar in Beacon Hills

The neon sign outside the dimly lit bar buzzed faintly, its glow casting eerie shadows on the street. Inside, a stunning woman with jet-black hair sat alone at the bar, nursing a glass of red wine. Her eyes held a glint of mystery, her red lips curved in a faint smile. 

A man slid onto the stool next to her, his smile confident but laced with something darker. "Can I buy you a drink?" 

The woman turned her gaze to him, her expression softening into an inviting smile. "Sure." 

After a few exchanged words and coy laughter, the man leaned closer. "What's your name?" 

She swirled the wine in her glass, the deep red liquid catching the light. "Cassandra." She replied smoothly. 

"Nice to meet you, Cassandra. I'm Robert." The man said, offering his hand. After she shook it, he gave her a roguish grin. "So, how about we ditch this place and head back to my place?" 

Cassandra tilted her head, her smile widening. "No, I'm meeting someone later. But how about the alley behind the bar? I'm suddenly feeling… hungry." She winked playfully. 

Robert chuckled, his confidence soaring. "You're a wild one, aren't you, Cassandra? Lead the way." 

As they stepped into the dark, narrow alley, Cassandra glanced around to ensure no one was watching. Her playful demeanor evaporated, her eyes turning an ominous shade of red. 

"So." she said, her voice now cold and sharp. "It seems we had the same idea, Wendigo." 

Robert froze. His eyes turned stark white, and his grin twisted into a predatory snarl. Jagged teeth filled his mouth, and his fingers grew into clawed talons. 

"Let's see who gets to eat the other first." Robert growled. 

Cassandra laughed, a haunting sound that echoed off the brick walls. Before Robert could react, her shadow stretched unnaturally, and she disappeared into it. A heartbeat later, she emerged behind him, her hand plunging through his back. With terrifying ease, she ripped out his liver. 

Robert screamed, stumbling forward, but Cassandra was relentless. She stepped in front of him. Then she sliced open his stomach and pulled out his spleen, taking a bite right in front of him. 

Robert's breaths grew ragged as he collapsed to his knees, his face pale. "W-what are… you?" 

Cassandra didn't answer. Instead, she turned her head slightly. "You can come out, Malika." 

From the shadows of the alley emerged a tall, striking black woman with sharp, piercing eyes. "You said you weren't going to feed anytime soon. What happened?" 

Cassandra wiped her lips and smirked. "Dimitra is dead. I felt it yesterday. It hurt—a bit. But what makes me furious is that it weakened me." 

Malika crossed her arms, her tone casual. "So that slutty snake is finally gone, huh? Can't say I'm shedding any tears over her." 

Cassandra ignored the jab. "And that vampire I was tracking? He's vanished. Either he fled or someone killed him." 

Before Malika could respond, Cassandra's demeanor changed instantly. Her muscles tensed, and her eyes darted around. "Run, Malika. Something powerful is coming. I don't think I can handle it. I'll distract them—just go!" 

Malika didn't hesitate, disappearing into the opposite end of the alley. 

Moments later, a towering black wolf emerged from the shadows, its red eyes blazing like molten fire. Scott came here after he smelled blood. He growled low, his piercing gaze locking onto Cassandra. Recognition hit him like a lightning bolt—this was the woman from the vampire's memories. Then, he felt that feeling again, the same feeling he got from the Lamia but much stronger. It was the same feeling he felt when he went to the crime scene where the victim got his organs stolen before. He felt the urge to kill her. 

Cassandra felt the weight of his power, her instincts screaming at her to flee. The wolf was unlike anything she had ever faced—strong and radiating authority. Her mind raced, torn between hunger and self-preservation. She craved his liver, but survival took precedence. 

With a flicker of shadow, Cassandra disappeared into the darkness. 

Scott paused, momentarily confused by her sudden vanishing act. Then the metallic scent of blood pulled his attention to the body lying in the alley. He approached Robert's mutilated form and examined the gruesome scene. His gut twisted in anger and disgust. And he knew that the woman he just saw was the one who is killing people and stealing their organs.

He could feel that she was strong, stronger than anything he had encountered before. 

Yet, as Scott stared into the darkness, a spark of excitement flared within him. She was dangerous, yes. But after defeating her, he could get the ability to move through the shadows like her.

He growled softly, his breath misting in the cool night air. Then, without another glance at Robert's corpse, he turned and disappeared into the night, heading home. 

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Far from the bar, Cassandra regrouped with Malika in a secluded part of the town. 

"What happened back there?" Malika asked. 

Cassandra licked her lips, her eyes gleaming with hunger. "A werewolf. A very strong one. I've never felt anything like him before. I want to eat him, but…" She trailed off, her voice tinged with frustration. "He's stronger than me. I need to feed more and grow stronger. Then we'll hunt that delicious big black wolf." 

Cassandra's eyes narrowed. "what about Carvel?" 

"That lazy bastard is probably off hunting insects again." Malika said.

"We need to find him, and leave for now. That wolf… if he catches me, I'm dead." 

As they slipped into the shadows, Cassandra's thoughts lingered on the black wolf. The wolf wasn't just a threat—he was an opportunity. And she wasn't about to let him go.