Teen Wolf: Alpha Reborn

The morning after the full moon, Scott woke up to the warm sunlight streaming through the curtains. He glanced at Allison, still peacefully sleeping beside him. Smiling, he leaned over and placed a soft kiss on her forehead before carefully getting out of bed. 

After a quick shower, Scott headed downstairs and went to the kitchen, he decided to cook breakfast for everyone. He grabbed the pancake mix and started flipping the batter onto the sizzling pan, enjoying the calmness of the morning. 

"Morning." Boyd said as he walked into the kitchen, stretching his arms. "Need a hand?" 

Scott smiled over his shoulder. "Morning. Yeah, you can handle the bacon and eggs." 

As the smells of cooking food filled the house, one by one, the rest of the pack stumbled into the kitchen, drawn by the delicious aroma. They settled at the table, chatting and laughing as Scott and Boyd finished up breakfast. 

While everyone ate, Lydia spoke up. "By the way, there's no school today. So… what's everyone planning to do?" 

Scott leaned back in his chair, a playful grin on his face. "I'm taking Allison out on a date. It's been way too long since it was just the two of us. And honestly, every time I turn around, Stiles is there, staring at me with one of his creepy smiles." 

Stiles gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. "Hey, man, my smile is not creepy!" 

Isaac chuckled, shaking his head. "Actually, Stiles, it kind of is. I still remember when you and Boyd showed up that night to ask if I wanted the Bite. I saw that grin, and I ran. You scared me, dude." 

Stiles threw up his hands. "Come on! I was just excited!" 

The pack erupted into laughter, the lighthearted moment setting the tone for the day. Scott grinned at them and said. "Alright, what about the rest of you? What's the plan?" 

Lydia sipped her coffee, her eyes sparkling. "I need to go shopping for clothes. I want to find something that works with my wings so they don't tear through everything. Or maybe get something tailored." 

"I'll go with you." Erica said with a grin. 

Stiles stretched his arms behind his head. "I need to take my Jeep to the mechanic." 

Scott raised a brow at him. "Tell them to replace the engine with a new one. Fix everything that needs fixing. No half-measures this time." 

Stiles groaned. "Do you know how much that'll cost?" 

Scott smirked. "Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it." 

He looked around the table. "Actually, I've been meaning to give you all some money. I'll send each of you $50,000. Use it to buy a car or anything else you need." 

The room fell silent for a moment as everyone processed his words. 

Lydia raised a brow, intrigued. "Wait, are you rich, Scott?" 

Scott shrugged, deciding not to hide the truth. He explained about the money he'd received from the vampire encounter, pulling out his phone to send the transfers. Within moments, everyone's phones buzzed with notifications. 

Melissa's phone buzzed as well, and she smiled warmly. "A hundred thousand? That's too much, Scott." 

He shook his head. "You've done more for me than I can ever repay, Mom. Use it, and if you need more, you just need to ask." 

Melissa smiled. "In that case, I'll go shopping with the girls. It sounds like fun." 

Lydia beamed. "Perfect! Now, if only Allison would join us, it could be a full girls' day out." She turned to Allison with a hopeful look. "What do you say, Allis..." 

Scott cut her off. "Nope. Allison's mine today." 

Lydia rolled her eyes but grinned. "Alright, alright. No need to growl at me, Scott." 

Scott turned to Isaac. "What about you? What's your plan?" 

Isaac leaned back in his chair, a smile on his face. "Since I have the money now, I'm going shopping for clothes. And maybe…" He hesitated, a gleam of excitement in his eyes. "I'll buy a Ducati Diavel. I've wanted one ever since I saw it." 

Scott nodded. "Then get it." 

Isaac's smile widened. "Thanks, Scott." 

Finally, Scott looked at Boyd. "And you?" 

Boyd shrugged. "I think I'll go car shopping. I've always loved old cars. Your Camaro's cool, but I'll find something else." 

As breakfast wrapped up, Scott stood and stretched. "Alright, Allison, let's go." 

Allison smiled, grabbing her bag. "Where are we going?" 

Scott said. "How about we drive to San Francisco? Spend the day there. It's only a couple of hours away, and it'll be fun." 

Before Allison could answer, Stiles leaned in, his eyes wide with excitement. "That sounds amazing! Take me with you!" 

Scott pushed him away with a laugh. "Not happening, Stiles. Go take care of your Jeep." 

Laughing, Scott and Allison ran to his Camaro and sped off, the open road stretching ahead. 

Their drive to San Francisco was filled with music and laughter as they sang along to songs on the radio. By the time they reached the city, the sun was high in the sky. Scott parked near the Aquarium of the Bay, and the couple spent hours marveling at the sea creatures, snapping pictures, and enjoying each other's company. 

Afterward, they had lunch before hopping on a cable car for a ride through the city. 

As the day wound down, they visited the Golden Gate Bridge just in time for sunset. Standing together, Scott wrapped his arms around Allison as they admired the fiery sky, the lights of the city beginning to twinkle in the distance. 

"This is beautiful." Allison whispered, leaning her head against his chest. "Thank you for today, Scott. I needed this." 

Scott kissed her gently, his voice soft. "Anything for you, love. I'm just glad you're happy." 

When the sun finally dipped below the horizon, Scott smiled at her. "Let's grab dinner and head back home." 

After dinner, Scott and Allison drove back to Beacon Hills. 

The roads were quiet. As they neared Beacon Hills Preserve, Scott suddenly slammed on the brakes, the car screeching to a halt. A man had bolted out of the woods and stood directly in their path, his eyes filled with terror. 

Scott and Allison exchanged a quick glance before the man sprinted toward the car, pounding on the hood. "Help me, please! Someone's chasing me! They're trying to kill me!" he screamed, his voice desperate and shaky. 

Allison wrinkled her nose and muttered. "I don't like him. He gives me a disgusting feeling… and he reeks of blood." 

Scott chuckled softly, his lips curling into a knowing smirk. "Well, he's not lying. Someone is chasing him." He nodded toward the trees. "Look over there, it's your parents." 

Allison squinted into the woods, her sharp senses kicking in. Sure enough, Chris and Victoria, along with three other hunters, were emerging from the shadows, their weapons drawn. "Oh. It's really them." Allison said. "I was so focused on this guy that I didn't even hear them." 

Scott opened his door. "Let's get out and see what's going on." 

As soon as Scott stepped out, the man ran toward him, still begging for help. Without hesitation, Scott punched him square in the face. The man crumpled to the ground, unconscious. 

Allison stepped out of the car, glancing down at the unconscious man with disdain. "He's definitely not human. What is he?" 

Scott's nose wrinkled in disgust. "I don't know, but he feels… wrong. Something disgusting. I'm guessing your parents know." 

By then, Chris, Victoria, and the other hunters had arrived. Chris's eyes widened slightly when he saw Allison. "Allison? What are you doing here?" 

Allison smiled, walking over to him. She kissed her father on the cheek. "We were heading back to Scott's house when your prey stopped us." 

She then turned to Victoria, embracing her warmly. "I missed you, Mom." 

Victoria smiled softly. "I missed you too, sweetheart." 

Scott, meanwhile, turned to Chris. "What is he? The feeling I get from him… it's awful." 

Chris's expression hardened. "He's a wendigo. We found him in the woods, butchering a woman he just killed." 

Scott's jaw tightened as he processed the words. Chris gave him a pointed look. "You're not going to stop me from killing him, are you?" 

Scott shook his head. "As long as you're not hurting innocent creatures, I won't stop you. And for something like a wendigo? I'll even help if you need it." 

Chris nodded, his respect for Scott clear in his gaze. He turned to one of the hunters and ordered. "Drag him back into the woods and end it." 

The hunter moved to grab the wendigo, but Scott raised a hand. "Wait." 

Chris frowned. "You just said you wouldn't stop us, Scott." 

Scott said. "I'm not stopping you. I just want to check his memories first, to see if there are more of his kind hiding in Beacon Hills." 

Scott's eyes glowed a fierce crimson as he stepped toward the unconscious wendigo. The three hunters flanking Chris immediately raised their weapons, aiming at Scott in alarm. 

Victoria sighed and rolled her eyes. "Lower your weapons. He's not going to attack you. And even if he did, your guns wouldn't do anything to him." 

Reluctantly, the hunters lowered their weapons. Scott ignored them entirely, crouching beside the wendigo. With a grim look, he extended his claws and plunged them into the back of the creature's neck. 

a moment later, Scott stood up abruptly and kicked the unconscious body. His face was twisted in disgust. "Disgusting bastard." 

Allison stepped closer, concern etched across her features. "What did you see, Scott? Is it bad?" 

Scott's glowing eyes dimmed as he turned to face her. "Yeah. It's bad. Really bad. This bastard has a wife and a son, they're wendigos too. They've been living here in Beacon Hills for years. Their basement is a cold room… filled with human bodies." 

Allison's eyes widened. "How much?" 

"Twenty or more bodies." Scott said grimly. "Hanging like butchered cattle. They hunt outside of Beacon Hills to avoid suspicion, driving to other towns and cities to find their victims. Then they bring them back here alive, so they can kill them slowly. They like fresh blood." 

Allison's stomach churned, her face pale. "Monsters." she muttered. "Disgusting monsters." 

Scott nodded, his expression dark. "They've been doing this for years. And this woman you guys found him butchering in the woods? She woke up before he could get her home. That's the only reason he killed her there in the woods." 

Chris's jaw clenched tightly. "Do you know where he lives? We can't let those monsters continue to exist." 

Scott nodded. "I do. Kill this bastard, and then bring your cars. I'll take you there." 

Chris didn't hesitate, barking orders to the hunters. "Finish him off and bring the cars here, quickly." 

One of the hunters approached the unconscious wendigo, preparing to drag him into the woods, but Scott said. "Be careful. He's awake." 

The hunter froze, and in the next instant, the wendigo stopped pretending, lunging forward. His eyes turned an eerie, milky white, and his hands morphed into clawed weapons. Before he could reach the hunter, Victoria fired a single shot to the head, her aim precise and deadly. The wendigo dropped lifelessly to the ground. 

Chris glanced at the shaken hunter. "Well? Don't just stand there. Get moving, we don't have all night." 

The hunter snapped out of his shock and with the help of his companions, dragged the wendigo's body away. 

A short while later, the hunters returned with two vehicles. Scott climbed into his car, leading the way with Chris and the hunters following close behind. They drove in tense silence, the moonlight casting long shadows over the narrow forest road. 

When they reached the wendigo's house, Scott parked and stepped out. Chris said. "Let us handle this, Scott." 

Scott nodded. "Go ahead." 

Chris and Victoria fitted silencers onto their guns before walking up to the front door, feigning the role of a lost couple. Chris knocked, his expression calm and unassuming. 

Moments later, the door creaked open, revealing a woman. She looked human enough, but the sharpness in her gaze hinted at something darker. Chris didn't hesitate, he shoved the door hard, sending her sprawling to the ground. 

The woman's eyes darted to the gun in his hand, and she hissed, her eyes turning white and her teeth sharpening into jagged points. She began to shift, but before she could fully transform, Chris fired a shot, silencing her permanently. 

From upstairs, a voice called out. "Mom? Is that Dad? I smell blood. Did he bring fresh meat?" 

A teenage boy descended the stairs, his casual tone quickly turning into a snarl when he spotted his mother's lifeless body. His eyes shifted white, and he began to transform in rage, but Victoria's aim was faster. She shot him dead before he could fully shift. 

Outside, Scott heard the muffled gunshots. He glanced at Allison. "It's over. Let's go take a look." 

They entered the house cautiously, stepping over the lifeless bodies of the two wendigos. The air inside was heavy with the metallic smell of blood. Chris and Victoria were already in the basement, their faces grim as they surveyed the horrors within. 

Scott and Allison followed them down, their footsteps echoing in the cold, dimly lit space. The scene before them was gruesome, rows of hanging human corpses, their bodies stripped and butchered. The room smelled of decay and blood, making Allison cover her nose in disgust. 

"Damn those monsters." Allison muttered, her voice shaking with anger. 

Scott let out a long sigh, his expression heavy. "It's a shame we couldn't stop them sooner. But at least we ended it today." 

Chris turned to Scott. "Take Allison and go. We'll handle the rest. I'll call the sheriff and have him deal with this." 

Scott nodded. "Alright." 

Allison hugged her parents briefly before leaving with Scott. As they drove back to his house, the tension began to lift slightly. 

When they arrived at Scott's house, Allison let out a long sigh. "Today was nice, but that family of monsters had to ruin it." 

They were greeted by Lydia, who was lounging in the living room with Erica and Melissa. Lydia perked up at the sight of them. "Scott! Allison! You're back. What happened? What family ruined your day?" 

Allison hesitated before shaking her head. "Believe me, you don't want to know." 

Lydia's curiosity only deepened. "That bad, huh? Now I really want to know." 

Scott and Allison exchanged a glance before sitting down. Together, they began recounting the events of the night.