Teen Wolf: Alpha Reborn

The morning after his fight with the Arachne, Scott woke up with Allison sleeping peacefully by his side. He smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face, but his mind was already spinning with plans. 

'Since I've already brought Boyd into the pack, I might as well add Isaac and Erica too.' He thought. 'And Malia... but before I find her, I need to test something. What happens if I bite another werewolf? Can I pass my special abilities to them? If I can, then Malia will be a great addition to the pack. But if I can't, she'll just be a liability, and I don't like weaknesses.' 

Scott's thoughts shifted to the omega that would soon arrive in town. 'He'll make the perfect test subject. I can see if the bite transfers my abilities and test what happens when I kick someone out of the pack. After that... well, he's a cannibal, so I'll put him down.' 

His musings were interrupted when Allison stirred, kissing him softly as her eyes fluttered open. "What are you thinking about?" she asked, her voice still drowsy. 

Scott smiled. "I was thinking about adding more people to our pack. With all the threats and the Nemeton drawing supernatural creatures here, we need more help." 

Allison nodded thoughtfully. "That makes sense. But who are you planning to turn? They have to be trustworthy." 

"I was thinking about Erica Reyes and Isaac Lahey." Scott replied. 

"Why them?" 

Scott paused, organizing his thoughts. "Isaac's dad is abusive. It's made him afraid of everyone around him, and he doesn't have any friends. If he accepts the bite, we can be his family." 

Allison frowned but nodded. "And Erica?" 

"She has a severe case of epilepsy. It's made her shy and insecure at school, and you've seen how the other girls treat her. If I offer her the bite, it could cure her. But, like Boyd, I'll make sure she knows everything before she decides." 

Allison leaned back, considering his words. "But what if they leave the pack after you turn them? You're not a normal werewolf, everyone you turn will have your special abilities, and that could cause problems." 

Scott smirked and brushed a hand through her hair. "I'm pretty sure that if someone quits or betrays me, they'll lose my special abilities and just become regular werewolves. Worst case, I can... put them to sleep permanently." 

Allison rolled her eyes. "Let's hope it doesn't come to that." 

Scott's tone grew serious. "I actually want to test that theory. I'll find someone evil and see if they gain my abilities. Then I'll kick them out of the pack to see if they lose them." He gave a dark chuckle. "And after I'm done with them... you know." 

Allison shook her head but laughed softly. "That's dark, but I like the way you think. Now let's get ready for school." 

---

At breakfast, Scott looked across the table at his mom. "Aren't you going back to work, Mom?" 

Melissa shook her head, a thoughtful expression on her face. "No, I've decided to quit. I've been thinking about learning from Deaton when he gets back."

Scott's face lit up with a smile. "Honestly, I'm glad to hear that. I don't want you working as a nurse anymore. Plus, I've been thinking about something else, Mom. We should buy a bigger house. I'm building a pack, and we're going to need more space."

Melissa raised an eyebrow but nodded thoughtfully. "A bigger house, huh? That's a good idea. How about a ranch? Something with plenty of land and privacy." 

Scott grinned. "That sounds perfect if we can find one."

Melissa pushed her chair back and stood. "Well, I'm not doing much right now, so I'll start looking around and see if I can find something suitable."

As she picked up her coffee cup, Scott added, "While you're at it, see if you can find a building in town we can buy."

Melissa paused mid-sip, giving him a curious look. "A building? Why?"

Scott leaned forward, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "We could turn the ground floor into a coffee shop. It'd be our hangout spot, somewhere the pack can gather. And for the rest of the building? Well, we can do whatever we want with it."

Melissa chuckled. "Alright, I'll see what I can find."

After finishing their breakfast, Scott and Allison said goodbye to Melissa and headed out for school. Melissa stayed behind, already planning her day of house and building hunting. 

---

At school, Scott and Allison met Boyd, Stiles, and Lydia near the entrance. 

Allison greeted them cheerfully before pulling Lydia aside to talk. Scott turned to Boyd. "How are you feeling?" 

Boyd grinned. "I feel amazing. Alive, like I can do anything. Thank you." 

Scott clapped him on the shoulder. "Good. Let's get to class." 

At lunch, Scott gathered Allison, Stiles, Boyd, and Lydia. "I've been thinking about adding Isaac and Erica to the pack." He said. 

Lydia raised an eyebrow. "Isaac and Erica? That's an interesting choice."

"Lydia, I need you to bring Erica to my house after school." Scott said.

Lydia gave a small nod. "Okay. That's manageable."

Allison chimed in. "I'll go with Lydia. Erica might feel more comfortable with me there too." 

Scott turned to Stiles and Boyd. "Stiles, I need you and Boyd to bring Isaac to my house. Remember, he's terrified of his father, so you'll have to convince him carefully." 

Stiles grinned. "Or we could just kidnap him." 

Scott rolled his eyes. "Boyd, make sure he doesn't do anything stupid." 

Boyd smirked. "I'll do my best." 

"Good. Once you've got them at my house, tell them everything they need to know. I'll join you after I finish up at the animal clinic." 

---

After school, Allison and Lydia spotted Erica near the parking lot. Lydia approached her first, flashing a friendly smile. "Hey, Erica, do you want to be friends with us?" 

Erica looked up, her expression cautious. "Why would the two most popular girls in school want to be friends with someone like me?" she asked timidly. 

Lydia shrugged with a casual air. "Because we feel like it." 

Erica's eyes narrowed. "Please, I don't want any trouble. Can I go now? My mom is waiting for me." 

Allison stepped forward, her voice calm and sincere. "Don't worry, Erica. We're not here to make fun of you. We really do want to be your friends." 

Erica hesitated, her tone sharp with bitterness. "You want to be friends with the sick girl? To make yourselves look good? To feel better about yourselves?" Her voice cracked slightly. "I don't want your sympathy. Just leave me alone." 

Allison said softly, "Alright, what if I told you we can help you heal completely? Not just to be a normal girl but to become something more than normal."

Erica hesitated, skepticism clear on her face. She didn't believe them—how could she? But a small part of her, buried under years of pain and insecurity, whispered. 'What if it's true?' Unable to stop herself, she asked, "How?" 

Allison leaned in slightly, lowering her voice. "What if I told you the supernatural is real? Werewolves, vampires, shapeshifters—they're not just myths." 

Erica frowned, shaking her head. "You're lying. You're just trying to prank me, aren't you? I'm leaving." She turned to walk away. 

Allison's voice stopped her. "I can prove it?" 

Erica froze mid-step and turned around. "Prove it." she challenged, though her voice trembled slightly. 

Allison looked around to make sure no one was watching. "Alright. Look at my hand." 

Erica's eyes followed as Allison's hand shifted, white claws extending from her fingers. Her mouth opened in shock. 

When Allison retracted her claws, she met Erica's wide eyes. "Do you believe me now?" 

Erica nodded nervously. "If I become like you... will I really be healed? Can I... be normal?" 

Allison smiled gently. "Not just normal. Something better. But there's a lot you need to know before making this choice." 

Erica hesitated. "Like what?" 

"If you want to know more, you'll have to come with us." Allison said simply. 

Erica bit her lip, glancing toward the parking lot. After a long pause, she nodded. "Okay. But we have to tell my mom first." 

After a brief conversation with Erica's mom, assuring her that Erica was joining them for a school project, they drove to Scott's house in Lydia's car. 

Meanwhile, Stiles and Boyd spotted Isaac walking home alone. Stiles, always eager, shouted, "Isaac!" and took off running toward him. Boyd followed close behind. 

Isaac saw them coming and panicked, breaking into a sprint. 

Stiles yelled. "Hey, wait! Why are you running?" 

Boyd caught up to Stiles with ease. "He's running because you scared him." 

Stiles scoffed. "Why would he be scared of me? I look harmless!" He glanced at Boyd. "Maybe he saw you and got scared." 

Boyd rolled his eyes. "That's racist." 

"It's not racist!" Stiles protested. "You just look... big and intimidating." 

While they bickered, they quickly caught up to Isaac. 

Stiles, now jogging easily alongside Isaac, smirked at him. "Hey, can you stop running? We just want to talk." 

Isaac glared at him but kept running, pushing himself harder. No matter how fast he went, Stiles and Boyd stayed right with him. Frustrated, Isaac finally stopped, breathing heavily. 

Stiles grinned. "Finally. Look, man, we're not here to hurt you. I know Boyd looks scary, but he's a nice guy. Promise." 

Isaac, still catching his breath, glared at Stiles. "Actually, you're the scary one. That creepy smile of yours is terrifying." 

Stiles clutched his chest dramatically. "Your words hurt, man." 

Isaac frowned. "What do you two want from me?" 

Stiles perked up. "Glad you asked! We want you to come with us to—" 

"No." Isaac interrupted firmly. "I'm not going anywhere with you, Stilinski." 

Boyd sighed and stepped forward. "Isaac, do you want to stop being afraid all the time? Do you want to be strong? To have friends? I know about your dad." 

Isaac tensed. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm leaving." 

"Isaac, look." Boyd said, rolling up his sleeve. 

Isaac's eyes widened as Boyd extended claws from his fingertips and scratched his own arm. The wound healed instantly. 

Isaac stared in disbelief. "How... how did you do that?" 

Boyd's voice was steady. "I'm a werewolf. Do you want to be like me?" 

"A werewolf?" Isaac stammered. 

"Yes." Boyd said simply. "Do you want to be like me or not?" 

Stiles couldn't resist grinning mischievously. "Maybe we should just kidnap him after all." 

"Stiles." Boyd said sharply. "you're not helping." He turned back to Isaac, his tone softening. "Don't mind him. He's weird, but harmless. Look, Isaac, if you want to stop being scared and start being something more, come with us." 

Isaac hesitated, glancing nervously at the ground. "But... what about my dad? He'll be mad if I'm late." 

Stiles smirked. "Tell him you're working on a school project with a classmate and won't be back until tomorrow." 

Isaac frowned but pulled out his phone. After a tense conversation, his father reluctantly agreed, though not without some yelling. 

When Isaac hung up, Boyd nodded. "Let's go." 

Reluctantly, Isaac followed them, unaware of how much his life was about to change. 

When Stiles, Boyd, and Isaac arrived at Scott's house, they found Allison, Lydia, and Erica already waiting in the living room.

Stiles clapped his hands together. "Great, now that everyone's here, let's get down to business!" 

The group gathered around in the living room, sitting in a loose circle on the couches and chairs. Scott wasn't home yet, but Allison and Lydia took the lead, explaining everything Erica and Isaac needed to know about werewolves, packs, and the supernatural world they were about to enter. 

By the time they finished, Erica looked pale, though determination glimmered in her eyes. "So, we really have to fight evil people? Monsters? And... kill people?" 

Stiles leaned forward, his tone serious but not without his usual humor. "Bad people, Erica. Only bad people. We're not going to hurt anyone innocent. That's not who we are." 

Isaac hesitated before asking. "Who's going to give us the Bite?" 

Lydia's lips curled into a knowing smile. "Scott will. He's the Alpha." 

Isaac blinked in surprise. "You mean McCall? Where is he?" 

Stiles leaned back, throwing an arm over the couch. "He'll be here soon. Probably wrapping up at the clinic or something." 

After a while, the door opened, and Scott walked in. His face softened as he spotted Allison, and he greeted her with a kiss before turning to Isaac and Erica. His eyes scanned them carefully. 

"They told you everything?" Scott asked.

Erica and Isaac nodded. 

Scott crossed his arms. "You know this is a lifelong commitment, right? Once you're part of my pack, there's no backing out. If you betray me..." His eyes flashed a dangerous red. "...it won't end well for you." 

Both Erica and Isaac swallowed hard but nodded again, their determination unwavering. 

Scott continued. "And what do you think about fighting—and killing, if necessary?" 

Erica glanced at her hands, her voice shaky but resolute. "I'll do it, but... it'll take some getting used to." 

Isaac nodded in agreement. "Same here." 

Scott's red eyes glowed brighter, his wolf fangs extending as he stepped forward. "Alright. Give me your arms." 

Both Erica and Isaac extended their arms without hesitation. Scott's movements were smooth and precise as he gave them the Bite, his teeth sinking into their skin. They winced but didn't pull away. 

Once it was done, Scott stepped back. "Welcome to the pack." he said. 

A few moments later, Melissa arrived home. She walked in, her bag slung over one shoulder, and paused when she saw the group. Scott immediately introduced Boyd, Erica, and Isaac to her. 

"Hi, nice to meet you all." Melissa said warmly before heading upstairs to change. 

As soon as she disappeared up the stairs, Isaac whispered. "That's your mom? She looks so young." 

Scott's sharp ears caught the comment, and he turned to Isaac and Boyd with a deadpan expression. "Yes, she's my mom. And just so we're clear, if anyone looks at her the wrong way, they'll regret it." 

Stiles snickered. "Relax, Alpha. They're not dumb enough to try anything." 

The tension broke, and the group laughed. They ordered takeout for dinner, the house filling with the smell of pizza and fries. 

Around the table, the pack shared stories, laughed, and started to bond. Erica began to loosen up, her timid demeanor giving way to cautious smiles. Isaac, too, seemed more relaxed, occasionally joining in the banter with Stiles and Boyd. 

Later that night, Scott arranged sleeping spots for everyone. "Alright." He said, stretching as the group started winding down. "I'll see you all tomorrow. Get some rest."