Teen Wolf: Alpha Reborn

The next day, Erica woke up and immediately felt it, the changes in her body. She sat up, her hands trembling as she touched her face, her skin smooth and alive with energy. Tears filled her eyes, and before she knew it, she was sobbing out loud, overcome with joy and relief. 

Melissa, hearing the cries, quickly entered the room. She sat beside Erica, rubbing her back gently and coaxing her to calm down. "Hey, hey, it's okay, sweetheart. Just take a deep breath." 

Erica wiped her tears, looking up at Melissa with watery eyes. "I don't know how I can ever repay Scott for this." she whispered, her voice trembling. 

Melissa gave her a kind smile. "That's easy." she said warmly. "Just don't betray him, Erica." 

Erica sat up straighter, a determination shining in her eyes. "Never." She said firmly. "I have friends now, and I'll never betray them." 

Melissa smiled wider and patted her shoulder. "That's what I like to hear. But now, young lady, you need to take a shower." 

Erica blinked and looked down at herself, realizing she was drenched in sweat from head to toe. She blushed furiously, tugging at the blanket to cover herself. "Uh... where's the bathroom?" 

Melissa chuckled softly and stood up. "Come with me. I'll show you where it is." 

--- 

Meanwhile, Scott woke up and grabbed a change of clothes before heading to the room where Isaac had spent the night. He opened the door to find Boyd and Isaac arm-wrestling on the floor. 

Scott leaned against the doorframe, smirking. "What are you two doing?" 

Boyd grunted as he held Isaac's arm steady. "Just seeing who is stronger." 

Scott rolled his eyes and tossed the clothes to Isaac. "Here, man, go take a shower." 

Isaac caught the clothes. "Thanks." 

Scott looked at Boyd. "Hey, Boyd, can you cook?" 

Boyd stood up, stretching his muscles. "Yeah, I know my way around a kitchen." 

"Good. Come help me make breakfast." Scott said, motioning for him to follow. 

Scott and Boyd worked together in the kitchen, quickly preparing breakfast. By the time everything was ready, the smell of pancakes, eggs, and bacon filled the house, drawing everyone to the table. They all sat down eating together. 

Allison looked at Scott. "Scott, you go ahead to school. Lydia, Erica, and I are skipping the morning period." 

Scott raised a brow. "Skipping school? Since when do you guys become delinquents?" 

Allison smirked. "We're taking Erica shopping. She needs some new clothes after... everything." 

Scott nodded. "Alright." 

Scott turned to his mom. "What about you, Mom? Still house hunting today?" 

Melissa nodded as she sipped her coffee. "Yes. I didn't find anything yesterday, but I'll keep looking. We'll find something perfect." 

"Take your time." Scott said. "We're not in a hurry." 

Melissa smiled fondly. "I know, but honestly, I have nothing else to do." 

After breakfast, Scott drove to school with Isaac while Boyd hitched a ride with Stiles. 

In the car, Scott glanced at Isaac, who stared out the window. "You know, Isaac, you need to stand up to your dad now." Scott said casually. "You can't let him scare you anymore. And I'm not saying you should beat him or anything. He's still your dad, for better or worse. But you need to make him understand that you're grown now. You're not going to let him abuse you anymore." 

Isaac sighed, his shoulders slumping. "That'll just make him angrier." 

"Then leave. If he doesn't get it, come stay at my place. If he tries anything, we'll tell Stiles' dad. The guy's the sheriff, he'll handle it." Scott said. 

Isaac turned to Scott, surprised. "I thought you'd say you'd deal with him yourself." 

Scott shook his head. "Nah, man. He's your father. Family's complicated. Like they say, blood's thicker than water. It's not my place to get between you two. That wouldn't end well for anyone." 

Isaac fell silent for a moment, looking out the window. Finally, he muttered. "He wasn't always like this, you know. After my mom died, he got... bad. But when my brother died too, that's when he turned violent." 

"That's not an excuse." Scott said. "He let his grief turn him into someone you're afraid of. He lost your mom and your brother, yeah, but you lost them too. Instead of holding on to what he had left, he hurt you. That makes him a dick." 

Isaac blinked, then let out a small, unexpected chuckle. "Yeah... he is a dick." 

--- 

When they arrived at school, Scott, Isaac, Stiles, and Boyd were walking together when they came across Jackson. 

Jackson stood near his locker with three other students. Scott could tell immediately that they were newly turned werewolves. 

As they passed by, Scott smirked and said. "You don't look so good, Jackson." 

Jackson stiffened but didn't dare look Scott in the eyes. He still remembered that terrifying beast Scott turned into at the Hale house. "I'm fine, Scott. Don't worry about it." Jackson muttered quickly, avoiding eye contact. 

One of the new werewolves, a cocky-looking guy, stepped forward and sneered. "Are you Scott McCall? I don't know why Derek and Peter are so scared of you. You don't seem that special to me." 

Jackson's face paled. "Josh, let's go!" he said quickly, panic in his voice. 

But Josh ignored him, his confidence boosted by his new powers. His claws extended as he reached for Scott's collar. Before he could touch Scott, his arm was caught, held in an iron grip by Boyd. 

Josh struggled, but no matter how much he pulled, he couldn't break free. 

Jackson stepped forward, desperate. "Scott, he won't do it again! Derek told me to keep them out of trouble. Please, just let him go." 

Scott smiled coolly. "Don't worry, Jackson. I'll let him go." Then, turning to Boyd, he added. "Boyd, let him remember to keep his hands to himself." 

Boyd grinned, his smile a little too wicked for comfort as he leaned close to Josh. "Don't worry, it'll heal soon." Then, with a sharp twist, he broke Josh's arm. 

Josh screamed, his face contorted in pain, but Jackson quickly clamped a hand over his mouth and wrapped Josh's jacket around the injury. "Come on!" Jackson hissed, dragging Josh away as fast as possible. 

Scott turned his attention to the two remaining students who stood frozen with wide eyes. One of them, a guy with brown hair, looked especially nervous. Scott pointed at him. "You're Matt, right? You're on the lacrosse team." 

Matt nodded quickly. "Y-yeah. And this is Tracy. We're both in Derek's pack." 

Scott's gaze sharpened. "I don't care whose pack you're in, but here's a warning—if I ever see you taking pictures of Allison again, you'll regret it." 

Matt swallowed hard and nodded. "Got it." 

Scott didn't say anything more. He just turned and walked away, his pack following him. 

--- 

While sitting in class, Scott leaned back in his chair, deep in thought. 'So, after I made Boyd, Erica, and Isaac my betas, Derek still chose students to build his pack. And of all people, he picked Matt—a psychopath who, in the show, tried to kill everyone at that party at Isaac's house, where he nearly drowned. Then, there is that idiot Josh who was the chimera that ran around town chewing on electrical cables—and Tracy, another chimera. And then there's Jackson, of course.' 

Scott's eyes narrowed slightly as he tapped his pen against the desk. 'And let's not forget Peter. They mentioned he's with Derek again. I swear, Derek's pack is like a ticking time bomb. I almost feel sorry for him. He could lose his alpha spark, or worse, end up dead. But, as long as they stay out of my way, I don't really care.' 

His gaze darkened for a brief moment. 'But maybe I should get rid of Matt. I don't like him.' 

--- 

At lunch, Scott sat with Stiles, Boyd, and Isaac at their usual table. They were eating when Allison, Lydia, and Erica walked into the cafeteria. Erica, with her new look, turned heads immediately. Conversations quieted, and everyone stared at her as if they'd never seen her before. 

Erica smirked, enjoying the attention, and walked confidently over to Scott's table. 

Allison leaned down, kissed Scott on the cheek, and sat beside him. 

Stiles gawked at Erica. "Wow, Erica… you look good." 

Erica grinned, spinning a little to show off. "I do look good, don't I?" 

The group laughed as they settled into conversation. Lydia, however, kept her gaze locked on Jackson and his group across the cafeteria. "Hey, Scott." She said. "do you know about them? The ones sitting with Jackson? They're shapeshifters, I can feel it." 

Scott didn't look over but nodded. "Yeah. We ran into them this morning. They're Derek's pack." 

Erica tilted her head. "I know the girl. Her name's Tracy Stewart." 

Stiles snorted. "Derek's not telling them everything about the supernatural world. I'm sure of it." 

Allison raised a brow. "What makes you say that?" 

Stiles shrugged, taking a bite of his sandwich. "For starters, that Josh guy tried to attack Scott this morning. If Derek had really told them how strong Scott is, there's no way he would've dared." 

Lydia smirked, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Maybe he's just stupid. You know, like how a newborn calf thinks it can headbutt a lion." 

Scott and his pack burst into laughter, and across the cafeteria, Josh suddenly stood up. His face was red with anger as he stormed out, clearly having overheard Lydia's comment. 

Jackson watched him leave, frowning. He turned to Matt and whispered. "What's wrong with Josh?" 

Matt sneered. "He heard McCall and his friends making fun of us." 

Jackson sighed and leaned back. "Don't mind them. And don't ever anger Scott if you want to live longer. Seriously. Stop talking about them. They can probably hear us right now." 

--- 

After school, there was a lacrosse game. Once it was over, Jackson sat alone in the locker room, his head down, black blood dripping from his nose onto the floor. The other players had long since left, leaving the space eerily quiet. 

From the shadows, Scott watched him with a calculating gaze. The sight didn't surprise him—he already suspected this might happen. He felt someone approaching and didn't need to turn around to know who it was. A small smirk played on his lips as he spoke. "Your beta doesn't look too good, Derek." 

Derek stepped into view, his expression tense as he glanced at Jackson. "His body is rejecting the bite. I don't know why." 

Scott shrugged casually. "Maybe he wasn't strong enough to handle it." 

"By the way." Scott turned his head slightly. "One of your betas tried to attack me this morning. I guess he wanted to show off how strong he was, probably to impress the girl in your pack or something." 

Derek expression darkened. "What? I warned them to stay out of your way. Don't worry, it won't happen again."

Scott smirked, patting Derek on the shoulder. "I'm not worried, Derek. If it happens again, you're the one who should be worried. See you around." With that, he turned and walked away, leaving Derek standing in silence.

Scott regrouped with his friends outside, saying their goodbyes as they split up for the evening. Allison climbed into Scott's car, and the two drove to the animal clinic. 

When they arrived, Scott spotted Deaton inside, sorting through some paperwork. A grin spread across Scott's face as he walked in. "Hey, Doc! You're back!" 

Deaton looked up, offering a small smile. "Hello, Scott. Allison." 

Scott leaned against the counter, still grinning. "How was the trip?" 

Deaton hesitated, his eyes flickering to Allison. He seemed unsure whether to speak openly. 

Scott noticed and waved it off. "It's fine, Doc. She knows about the money." 

Deaton nodded, relaxing. "Everything went well. You should have access to it in about two weeks." 

"Perfect." Scott said with a nod. "Thanks, Doc." 

Deaton set the papers down. "What did I miss while I was gone?" 

Scott chuckled. "Oh, where do I even start? There was a fight between the Argents and the Hales. Kate got bitten by Peter, Derek is the alpha now, and Peter is his beta. We killed a Lamia, an Arachne, and a giant frog. Oh, and I met a Vrykolakas." 

Deaton's eyes widened in shock. "You met a Vrykolakas? Here in Beacon Hills?" 

Scott nodded casually. "Yeah. She's the one who was killing people and stealing their organs." 

Deaton's expression darkened. "Please tell me you killed her." 

Scott shook his head. "She ran off." 

Deaton groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "This is bad, Scott. A Vrykolakas is an abomination—pure death and destruction. And the worst part? They get stronger by consuming human livers, especially from people with supernatural abilities." 

Scott's smile didn't falter. "I know. She's probably going to come back for me. But don't worry, Doc. I'm not weak." 

Deaton sighed, but his concern didn't waver. "Just be careful, Scott. And… Kate was bitten? That means Gerard will show up soon. That man is bad news." 

Scott's smile turned into a sharp grin. "I'm not worried about Gerard. If he shows up, I'll play with him for a bit before sending him packing." 

Deaton glanced at Allison, clearly expecting a reaction. "You don't seem too concerned. It is your grandfather we're talking about." 

Allison's eyes hardened. "That monster is not my grandfather. And if he comes after Scott, he'll regret it." 

Scott gave her a quick wink before turning back to Deaton. "Enough about that. Let me fill you in on all the details of what's been going on while you were away." 

Deaton smiled faintly, nodding. "Alright. I'm all ears." 

Then, Scott launched into a detailed account of everything that had happened—every fight, every encounter, leaving nothing out.