Teen Wolf: Alpha Reborn

A few days had passed since Gerard's attempt to kill Victoria and his attack on Derek. Melissa, in an effort to bridge the gap between their families, invited the Argents over for dinner. That evening, she was busy cooking with Scott and Isaac in the kitchen. 

At night, the Argents arrived at Scott's house. Melissa opened the door to greet them. 

"Allison!" Melissa said with a warm smile as Allison hugged her. 

"Hi, Melissa!" Allison said cheerfully before introducing her parents. "These are my parents, Victoria and Chris." 

Turning to her parents, Allison added. "Mom, Dad, this is Melissa." 

Chris and Victoria exchanged a glance, visibly surprised by how young Melissa looked. Victoria quickly recovered and said. "It's nice to meet you, Melissa. I didn't expect you to be so… young." 

Melissa smiled graciously, shaking Victoria's hand as she said. "Come on in." Then, leaning closer, she whispered into Victoria's ear. "Since you're one of us now, I'll let you in on a secret, I absorbed the power of a vampire, that is why i look so young." 

Victoria smirked, responding softly. "Then I should start hunting for a vampire myself." 

Scott approached them at that moment and noticed Chris staring at Melissa. He grinned mischievously and teased. "Hey, Uncle Chris, you can stop ogling my mom now." 

Chris glared at Scott, flustered. He quickly turned to Victoria and defended himself. "Don't listen to him. I was just surprised at how young she is." 

Scott laughed and quipped. "Victoria, you might want to keep your husband in check." 

"Scott, don't be rude!" Melissa chided him, though her tone carried amusement. 

Allison chuckled. "Don't worry, Melissa. That's just how they are." 

The evening progressed with both families enjoying dinner together. They talked, laughed, and got to know one another better, strengthening their bond. 

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The following day was a school-free day. Scott was awakened by a knock on the front door. Groggily, he opened it to find Stiles and Sheriff Stilinski standing there. 

"Uncle Noah, good morning." Scott greeted with a smile. "What did Stiles do this time?" 

"Who says I did anything?" Stiles retorted indignantly. "Dad just needs some help." 

Scott stepped aside to let them in. "Come on in." He said before turning to Noah. "So, Uncle Noah, how are you handling this whole supernatural creatures thing?" 

Noah exhaled deeply. "It hasn't been easy, but I'm adjusting." 

Scott grinned. "Glad to hear it. So, what can I do for you?" 

"I've got a case." Noah said, his tone serious. "And I think it's supernatural." 

"Alright, let's sit down and talk. Do you want anything to drink?" Scott offered. 

"No, thank you." Noah replied. 

They moved to the living room, and Scott gestured for Noah to start explaining. 

"We have two dead deer hunters and one terrified hunter in the hospital." Noah began. "When we questioned the survivor, he said they were out hunting when they saw a deer eating another deer. It was huge, so they didn't care why it was eating the other deer, they just decided to hunt it. But when they shot it, the bullet didn't penetrate its skin." 

"That's when the deer looked at them. He described it as some kind of monstrous hybrid between a deer and a rat, with sharp teeth and four large fangs. Then it stood up on its hind legs and attacked them. Two of his friends were killed on the spot, and he only survived because he was wearing a Kevlar vest. He said the monster hit him with a clawed hand, and he flew about eight meters into a bush." 

"He played dead after that. The creature didn't care about him and started eating one of his friends. Once it had its fill, it dragged the other body away." 

Stiles said. "I've read some of those supernatural books, but I haven't come across anything like that." 

Scott frowned, thinking. "There are a few deer-related supernatural creatures, but most of them are harmless. From what you've described, this sounds like a Fiend. It's a monstrous deer-like creature with huge antlers." 

"Is it a shapeshifter?" Stiles asked. 

Scott shook his head. "No. It's a supernatural creature, but not human." 

"Does it hunt humans like a wendigo?" Noah asked. 

Scott said. "Not exactly. Fiends usually live in dense forests or swamps. They avoid humans when possible, but if humans get in their way, they kill them. That's what the book says." 

Scott retrieved a book from the shelf and handed it to Noah and Stiles. "Here, this is the book that has information about Fiends." 

After reading, Stiles grinned. "So, are we going hunting today?" 

Scott smiled. "Yeah. There's nothing else going on today, so let's go hunting, and call the rest of the pack too." 

Reaching out to them telepathically, Scott told his pack to meet him at the Beacon Hills Preserve. Then he shouted. "Isaac, get up! We're going hunting!" 

A few minutes later, a groggy Isaac emerged. Melissa, hearing the commotion, woke up and came downstairs as well. She greeted Noah and asked Scott. "What are you hunting?" 

Scott explained the situation to her. 

"Do you need my help?" Melissa asked. 

Scott smiled. "No, but you're welcome to come along if you want." 

Melissa shook her head. "I've got to meet Deaton. I'm learning from him." 

Scott nodded. "Alright, Mom. Have a good day." 

"You too, son. Be careful." Melissa said. 

Scott turned to Noah. "Uncle Noah, are you coming with us?" 

"Yes." Noah said firmly. "I want to see what this thing looks like with my own eyes." 

Scott grinned. "As you wish. Let's go hunting." 

--- 

When they arrived at the woods, the group waited until the entire pack had gathered. Victoria and Chris came with Allison. 

After exchanging greetings, Scott explained the details about the fiend. Turning to Chris and Victoria, he asked. "Have either of you dealt with one before?" 

Victoria shook her head. "I haven't." 

Chris nodded. "I have, but it wasn't as strong as the one you're describing." 

Stiles raised an eyebrow. "How do you know it wasn't as strong as this one?" 

Chris replied. "We killed it with hunting rifles back then. But you said the hunters in this case shot it, and their bullets didn't penetrate its skin."

Stiles said. "I see." 

Scott looked at Noah. "Uncle Noah, can you take us to where the hunters were attacked? We'll need to pick up its scent." 

"Follow me." Noah said, leading them deeper into the forest. 

As they walked, Scott sensed something following them. A small smile tugged at his lips as he thought. 'Looks like it's time to bring her into the pack.' 

Allison walked up beside him and spoke telepathically. [Scott, there's a coyote following us, but I don't think it's just a coyote. I think it's like us.] 

Scott responded. [I know. Don't worry about her for now. I'll deal with her after we take care of the fiend.] 

[Alright.] Allison replied. 

When they reached the location where the hunters had been attacked, Noah pointed to the spot. "This is where it happened. We found the remains of one of them here. Can you guys pick up the scent?" 

Stiles wrinkled his nose. "Yeah, and it stinks." 

The group followed the scent trail, which led them deeper into the woods and eventually to a muddy swamp. 

Scott scanned the area before turning to Chris. "Uncle Chris, shoot into the center of the swamp. It's hiding there." 

Chris raised his rifle and fired several shots into the swamp. Moments later, the fiend emerged, a towering beast with massive antlers, a face that was a grotesque blend of deer and rat, and long, matted fur trailing from the back of its head. 

"Damn, that thing is ugly." Boyd muttered, stepping back. "And it reeks." 

Everyone instinctively took a step backward, covering their noses. 

Scott glanced at his pack. "So, who's fighting it?" 

Lydia raised her hand. "Not me. That thing is disgusting." 

Allison, Erica, and Victoria all stepped back simultaneously, saying. "Me neither." 

Scott sighed, shaking his head. "Alright. Boyd, Stiles, and Isaac, which one of you is taking it down?" 

Stiles and Isaac exchanged glances. 

"Boyd will do it." Stiles said quickly. 

Isaac nodded. "Yeah, Boyd's the strongest of the three of us, so he's the obvious choice." 

Boyd narrowed his eyes. "Since when am I the strongest between us?" 

"Since today." Stiles replied with a grin. "Congrats, man." 

Before Boyd could argue, the fiend let out a guttural roar and charged toward them. 

Scott ordered. "Everyone back off. Boyd, it's all yours." 

Boyd shifted into his werewolf form, his yellow eyes glowing as fur grew along his cheeks. He growled at Stiles and Isaac. "You two are going pay for this later." 

Turning his attention to the fiend, Boyd roared and charged. At the last second, he sidestepped the beast and delivered a powerful punch to its jaw, sending it crashing to the ground and knocking out several of its teeth. 

The fiend scrambled to its feet, disoriented, but Boyd didn't give it a chance to recover. He leaped into the air and delivered an axe kick to the creature's head, driving it back to the ground. Boyd pounced on its back, grabbing one of its antlers with one hand while repeatedly punching its head with the other. 

When the fiend finally stopped moving, Boyd stabbed his claws into its body and began absorbing its power. Once the process was complete, he punched the creature's head with all his strength, shattering its skull and sending bits of brain flying. 

Scott said. "Since you've already touched that thing, why don't you throw it back into the swamp?" 

Boyd sighed. "Fine." He grabbed the fiend by its leg and dragged it back to the swamp, tossing it into the murky water. 

Stiles walked up, his curiosity piqued. "So, what did you get from it?" 

Boyd shrugged. "Not much. Just a bit of strength. That thing was weak and didn't have any special abilities." 

Scott nodded. "Alright, let's get out of here. This place reeks."