Teen Wolf: Alpha Reborn

Derek's POV 

Derek slammed the clinic door behind him, his emotions boiling over as he jumped into his car. He drove fast, his mind replaying the conversation with Scott and the others. Scott's confirmation of Peter's actions burned in his thoughts like a wildfire. 

"This ends today," Derek growled, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. 

Arriving at Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital, Derek parked hastily and stormed through the halls, ignoring the curious glances of nurses and patients. He approached Peter's room and pushed open the door without hesitation. 

Inside, Peter sat quietly on a wheelchair, his was motionless, giving no hint of his predatory nature. Derek approached him, his breathing heavy, his rage barely contained. 

"Peter…" Derek whispered, stepping closer to the man who had once been his mentor and family but was now a monster in his eyes. He stared at Peter for a moment, his emotions in turmoil, before his claws extended. With a growl, he lashed out, aiming for Peter's throat. 

Peter's hand shot up with inhuman speed, catching Derek's wrist mid-swing. "What do you think you're doing, Derek?" he said, his voice low and menacing. 

Derek's glowing blue eyes flared as he pulled back, preparing for another strike. "You killed her. You killed Laura!" 

Peter pushed Derek back. "It wasn't what you think—" 

"I don't care!" Derek roared, his fangs elongating as he lunged again. 

Peter met him head-on, his movements fluid and powerful. Derek fought with everything he had, but Peter's superior strength as an Alpha quickly overwhelmed him. With a brutal swipe, Peter sent Derek crashing into the wall. 

Derek struggled to his feet, clutching his side where Peter's claws had raked him. "You're a monster," Derek spat. 

Peter's expression darkened. "And you're weak." He took a deep breath, and his scars from the fire vanished before Derek's eyes. 

Derek froze, watching as Peter's burned skin smoothed and his body radiated strength. "What... what are you doing?" 

Peter smirked. "Healing. Something your sister's alpha power helped me accelerate after years of agony." 

Derek clenched his fists, his hatred for Peter growing with every word. 

Peter's tone softened, almost apologetic. "I didn't mean to kill Laura. I… I wasn't in my right mind. The fire, the nightmares—it broke me, Derek. All I could think about was revenge. When I saw Laura, I thought her Alpha power could give me what I needed to rebuild the Hale pack and destroy those responsible. I lost control. I'm sorry." 

Derek's voice cracked with emotion. "You're sorry? That's all you have to say?" 

Peter nodded solemnly. "I can't undo what I did, but I can find out who caused the fire. Adrian Harris—the chemistry teacher—knows something. We'll go to him tomorrow." 

Derek hesitated, his desire for revenge warring with his need for answers. "Fine," he said reluctantly. 

As Peter moved to leave, Derek smirked and said, "By the way, I heard you had a run-in with Scott. How'd that go?" 

Peter froze, a shiver running down his spine. "That kid… he's a monster, Derek. I've never seen or heard of anything like him." 

Derek raised an eyebrow. "You're an Alpha who turns into a literal beast. You couldn't defend yourself?" 

Peter's voice dropped to a whisper. "You don't understand. He didn't even shift fully, and he was faster and stronger than me. I couldn't land a single hit. Then he shifted, and Derek, He..." Peter took a deep breath, his hands shaking slightly. "He looked like what werewolves are meant to be. Towering, majestic and terrifying. I thought I was big and intimidating in my full werewolf form, but him... he was something else entirely. In that form, he played with me like a big male lion playing with a newborn calf. He broke my bones with every strike, and when I tried to run, he was there, blocking my way, grinning like it was all a game. Damn, I still get goosebumps just thinking about it." 

Derek laughed. "He really gave you a good beating, didn't he?"

Peter sighed, his pride wounded. "He left me almost dead, Derek. Even with my Alpha powers, I've only just managed to heal completely today. Let's not talk about that stupid kid anymore. You'll understand if you ever get on his bad side."

Derek shook his head. "I'm not stupid enough to do that."

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Scott's POV 

The next morning, after class, Scott leaned against his locker, waiting for Allison. He was enjoying the calm when Jackson strode up, his usual smug expression in place. 

"I know what you are, McCall," Jackson said with a sly grin. 

Scott raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Oh yeah? What's that, Jackson?" 

Jackson leaned in, lowering his voice. "You're a werewolf." 

Scott chuckled, crossing his arms. "Go on." 

Jackson's confidence faltered slightly at Scott's lack of panic, but he quickly recovered and said, "I've seen the thing that killed that guy at the video store. And not long ago, one of your friends came to school looking for you. He was in bad shape, and I thought he was a drug dealer. I told him I hadn't seen you, and he got angry. His eyes glowed blue, and I swear I heard him growl. After that, I did some research, and everything points to you and your friends being werewolves."

Scott's face twisted into mock shock. "Whoa, wait a second. You? Doing research? Now that's the real mystery here." He broke into laughter. "Jackson, you just made my day. Hahaha!"

Jackson's face reddened with anger. "Cut the crap, McCall! I don't care how you do it—a bite, a scratch, or some kind of magic fairy dust. But you're going to make me like you, or I'll make sure Allison finds out everything."

Scott stopped laughing, wiping a tear from his eye as he composed himself. "You know, Jackson, I can't tell if you're ignorant or just plain stupid. Let's assume, for fun, that I'm exactly what you think—a werewolf. Do you really think threatening me is your best move?"

He leaned in slightly, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "What if I turned into a wolf right here and dragged your sorry ass into the woods, in front of everyone, and killed you? Or better yet, what if I show up in your room at night as that 'thing' you said you saw at the video store, and put you to sleep permanently? Now, what do you think would happen to me then, Jackson?"

Jackson's face drained of color, his eyes widening in fear as the weight of his mistake dawned on him.

Scott smirked, his tone mocking. "Let me save you the trouble. They'll say, 'Poor Jackson Whittemore, killed by a wolf or a mountain lion got into his room and killed him.' And I'll walk away, no questions asked. Do you get it now, or do I need to spell it out for you?" 

Jackson stammered, unable to respond, his fear evident. 

At that moment, Allison appeared, wrapping her arms around Scott and kissing him on the cheek. She glanced at Jackson. "What's wrong with him?" 

Scott grinned. "Oh, nothing. Jackson here thought I was a werewolf and threatened to tell you unless I turned him into one." 

Allison blinked in surprise before bursting into laughter. "You seriously thought Scott was a werewolf and then threatened him? You are either really brave or really stupid." 

She hugged Scott tightly and said with a soft smile, "But even if Scott is a werewolf, I'll still love him."

Then, without hesitation, Allison leaned in, kissed Scott deeply, and teased, "Let's go, my cute wolf." With a playful laugh, she spun around and darted toward the cafeteria.

Scott laughed, howling playfully. "AWOOO! Wait for me, babe!" He chased after her, leaving Jackson frozen in place, pale-faced and muttering to himself, "Was I dropped on my head as a child?"