Teen Wolf: Alpha Reborn

As Scott wrapped his arms around Allison, he felt her warmth sink into him, grounding him in this strange new life he'd created in Beacon Hills. She leaned back, her eyes sparkled with curiosity. 

"So," she said, almost playfully, "now that I know what you are, can you tell me more about werewolves??"

Scott grinned, nodding as he settled into his thoughts, remembering everything he knew and everything he'd learned from being here in Beacon Hills a second time around. "Alright, so here's the basics. There's a whole structure to werewolf packs. You've got Omegas, who are basically lone wolves. They don't have a pack or an Alpha. Then there are Betas. Betas are usually the ones who follow an Alpha, gaining strength by being in a pack."

"And then there's the Alpha," Allison said, her eyes lighting up as she pieced things together. "The leader?"

"Exactly. The Alpha is the strongest of them all, at least in a regular pack," Scott said. "The stronger the pack, the stronger their Alpha will be. Packs share power; it's kind of like they feed off each other's strength. But Alphas… they stand out because they're leaders. And one way to tell them apart is by their eyes."

Allison raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "By their eyes?"

Scott nodded. "Yeah, all werewolves start with golden eyes, whether they're born or bitten. But if a werewolf… if they take an innocent life, their eyes turn blue. It shows that they've crossed a line and done something they regret. And when a werewolf becomes an Alpha, their eyes turn red."

Allison's fingers brushed his as she looked up at him, her expression thoughtful. "So you are an alpha, that's why the color of your eyes is red?"

Scott paused, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah. But it's more than just that. I'm what they call a 'True Alpha.'"

She tilted her head, her eyes narrowing slightly in interest. "A True Alpha? Is that different from other Alphas?"

"Very different," Scott explained. "Most Alphas get their power one of two ways—they either inherit it, or they kill an Alpha to take their place. But a True Alpha is… rare. They become an Alpha through sheer strength of will. No inheritance, no killing, just pure power and character." 

Allison's gaze held a mix of awe and respect as she took that in. "So… you're one of those. A True Alpha."

Scott grinned, clearly a little proud. "Yep. Lucky me, I guess."

They shared a quiet laugh, and Scott could feel the tension of keeping his secrets fading, little by little.

Allison looked thoughtful for a moment, then asked, "Are there any other kinds of Alphas out there?"

Scott's face grew more serious as he remembered one name that had haunted Beacon Hills in another life. "Well… there's another one, but I'm not sure if he counts as a different kind of Alphas."

She leaned closer, her eyes bright with curiosity. "What type is that?"

Scott looked at her, hesitating just a moment. "There's something called a 'Demon Wolf.' He's an Alpha leading a pack that's made up of only Alphas. He is currently one of the most powerful werewolves alive."

Allison's expression turned cautious. "Wait, do you know who this Demon Wolf is?"

"Yeah," Scott replied, nodding. "His name is Deucalion. He used to live in Beacon Hills, actually, but I don't know where he is now."

Allison looked at him carefully. "You think he's stronger than you?"

Scott shrugged, confidence sparking in his eyes. "I don't really know, but I'm very strong too. And if he comes around, I'll handle it."

She gave him a playful smile. "I don't doubt it for a second."

They laughed, letting the conversation take on a lighter tone. Allison tilted her head, studying him with newfound curiosity. "So… can all werewolves shift like you can? I mean, can they turn into a giant wolf or a big furry werewolf like you did?"

Scott shook his head. "No, not usually. Most werewolves just get the fangs, the claws, the glowing eyes, and maybe a bit of fur. Full wolf forms are rare, even among alphas. As for the full werewolf form—where you look like, well, a beast—I only know of two werewolves besides me who can do that. One's the guy outside your window the other night. The other…" He trailed off, considering his words carefully. "The other one I'll tell you about him after I tell you about the other supernatural creatures I saw so far."

Allison's eyes sparkled. "Okey, So you're even more unique than I thought."

Scott shrugged, looking modest but clearly pleased. "Guess so."

He squeezed her hand back, their fingers entwined. The moment felt real, and Scott knew he'd do anything to keep her safe.

Allison suddenly looked at him, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Wait… how long have you been a werewolf?"

Scott brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his voice soft. "About a month, give or take."

Her eyes widened in surprise. "A month? So… that means we met just after you were bitten?"

Scott nodded, a slight grin on his face. "Yep. Remember that rainy night? You and your mom almost hit someone with your car."

Allison's mouth opened slightly in shock as she remembered. "That… was you? I thought it was some drunk guy causing trouble on the road!"

Scott laughed, gently pinching her cheek. "Yep, that was me. Not my best moment, I'll admit."

She giggled, playfully swatting his hand away. "Well, look at you now."

They settled back against a fallen log, and Scott started to recount some of his experiences over the past few weeks. "It hasn't all been werewolves, either. There are other creatures out there. I've already come across a few."

Allison looked at him, intrigued. "Like what?"

"There was a ghoul, Nasty thing. and a giant boar the size of a horse, I killed them both." Scott said, his voice calm.

She blinked, clearly stunned. "Wait, you're saying you killed those things? Because you told us at dinner that something else killed that boar like creature."

Scott gave her an amused look, rolling his eyes slightly. "Yeah, well, I wasn't going to announce to your dad that I'm a werewolf. Even if he didn't shoot me, he'd probably make us break up on the spot."

Allison snickered. "Probably… but something tells me you know something about my dad and my family that I don't."

Scott hesitated, the question hanging in the air between them. This was the moment he'd dreaded, the part of the truth that could change everything between them. He looked into her eyes, his own gaze steady but thoughtful. She was stronger than he'd realized; maybe she was ready to know even more.

"Well, Allison," he began slowly, carefully choosing his words, "that's actually what I was going to tell you next."

Allison gave him a small, encouraging smile, nodding as if silently telling him to go on.

He exhaled, a sense of calm settling over him. This was the start of something deeper—a bond not just of love, but of trust, and Scott felt ready to share everything with her.

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