Teen Wolf: Alpha Reborn

As Scott and his pack walked back to their cars after dealing with the fiend, Scott's attention shifted to a pair of piercing blue eyes in the shadows. A coyote was watching them. 

The coyote panicked and darted away. 

Scott smirked. "Like I'd let you escape." He muttered before vanishing into the shadows. 

Lydia frowned. "What's he talking about? And where did he go?" 

Allison replied. "There was a coyote following us for a while. Didn't you guys sense it?" 

Stiles shrugged. "Yeah, I saw it. But isn't it just a coyote? Why's Scott chasing it?" 

Allison shook her head. "No, that's not just a coyote. It's a shapeshifter." 

Moments later, Scott reappeared, holding the struggling coyote by the scruff of its neck. 

Erica raised an eyebrow. "Is that a shapeshifter?" 

Scott nodded. "Yes. But she's stuck in this form and doesn't know how to shift back." 

Stiles pointed out. "Uh, Scott? Her eyes are blue." 

"I know." Scott replied. "But I don't think she's evil." 

Isaac asked. "So, how are you going to help her change back?" 

Scott smiled. "That's the easy part. But first, we should get some clothes for her." 

Erica nodded. "I have some spare clothes in my car." 

As they returned to their vehicles, Scott, still holding the coyote, gestured toward the back of the cars. "Girls, follow me." 

Stiles started following them, too, until Lydia stopped him. "And where do you think you're going, Stiles? Are you a girl now?" 

Stiles grinned sheepishly. "I thought he meant all of us." 

Lydia rolled her eyes. "Go away." 

Behind the cars, Scott's eyes glowed red as he locked gazes with the coyote. Then a deep, commanding roar escaped his throat. The coyote whimpered, its body trembling as it began to shift. Scott gently set her down and walked back to the others. 

Moments later, Allison, Erica, Lydia, and the newly transformed girl emerged. She was their age, with brown hair and a nervous but defiant expression. 

Stiles' jaw dropped. "Whoa. That's her? She's hot." 

Scott ignored him and approached the girl. "Can you speak?" 

The girl nodded hesitantly. "Yes." 

"What's your name?" 

"Malia." She said quietly. "Malia Tate." 

Sheriff Stilinski stepped forward, his face pale with recognition. "Malia Tate? You were in a car accident with your family... seven years ago?" 

Malia's eyes widened. "Yes. I was in a car accident, but I don't know how long I've been here." 

Noah's voice softened. "We found the bodies of your parents and sister, but… we never found yours." 

At this, Malia's blue eyes glowed fiercely. She growled, her voice trembling with anger and pain. "I don't want to talk about that." 

Stiles quickly stepped in, his own eyes glowing yellow as he positioned himself protectively in front of his father. 

Scott's eyes flashed red. "Stiles, calm down." 

In one swift motion, Scott's claws pierced the back of Malia's neck. 

Suddenly, Scott and Malia found themselves standing in a white, empty space. 

Malia looked around, startled. "Where are we? What did you do to me?" 

Scott's voice was calm. "We're in your mind. I want you to focus on the night of the accident. We need to see what really happened." 

Malia hesitated, her voice trembling. "No. I don't want to remember that." 

Scott placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I understand. But what if you weren't the one who killed them? What if it was someone or something else?" 

Malia hesitated before she finally nodded. "Okay." 

The white space shifted, revealing the night of the accident. A car sped down a dark road. Inside were Malia, her father, mother, and little sister. Suddenly, a woman appeared in the middle of the road, firing shots at the car. Malia's father swerved, and the car careened off the road, crashing into the preserve. 

The scene shifted again, showing the overturned car. Malia crawled out, her body shifting uncontrollably into a coyote. As she fled into the woods, she saw the woman approach the wreckage, gun in hand. Terrified, Malia ran deeper into the forest, her golden eyes glowing in the dark. 

The vision changed once more, showing a devastated Malia returning the next morning. She found her family dead, their bodies savaged as if by an animal. Overcome with guilt, the nine-year-old Malia believed she was the one who had killed them. Her eyes shifted to blue as despair consumed her. 

Back in reality, Scott withdrew his claws, and they returned to the present. 

Tears streamed down Malia's face. "The last thing I told my mom was… 'I wish you were dead.'" 

She broke down, sobbing. Scott pulled her into a comforting hug. "You were nine, Malia. We've all said things we didn't mean as kids." 

After she calmed, Malia looked up at him. "I'm sorry." 

Scott smiled gently. "Don't worry about it." 

Wiping her tears, Malia asked. "Do you think we can find the woman who killed my family?" 

Scott said. "Yes. And I think she was after you specifically, she'll probably come looking for you again. But for now, what you need to do is stop blaming yourself for what happened." 

Malia looked at Scott and said. "Thank you for showing me that memory." 

Scott smiled. "You're welcome. Now, show me your eyes again." 

Malia furrowed her brow and tried to make her eyes glow but couldn't. 

"Don't think too much." Scott said gently. "Just let it happen naturally." 

Malia closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them again. This time, her eyes glowed yellow. 

Chris's eyes widened. "How is that possible? Her eyes were blue just a moment ago." 

Scott explained. "Malia believed she killed her family, and the guilt turned her eyes blue. But after we saw the truth in her memories, it turns out she didn't kill them. It was a shapeshifter woman, and I think she's Malia's biological mother." 

Malia's expression shifted. "What do you mean, my real mother?" 

Scott said thoughtfully. "You're a born werecoyote, which means at least one of your real parents is a werecoyote. If your mother is one, it's likely that you inherited part of her power when you were born. Female werecoyotes lose some of their powers to their children. I think she's after you now because she wants to take that power back, even if it means killing you." 

Isaac winced. "And I thought my dad was bad." 

Stiles shook his head in disbelief. "That's seriously messed up. What kind of mother does that?" 

Victoria said. "A selfish one." 

Allison turned to Scott. "So, what are we going to do about Malia?" 

Scott looked at Malia. "Since she doesn't have anyone else, I think my mom wouldn't mind letting her stay with us. But first…" 

Scott stepped closer to Malia. "Do you want to be part of my pack?" 

Malia hesitated. "What does that mean?" 

Scott smiled warmly. "It's like a family. We protect each other, look out for each other." 

Malia looked uncertain. "Are you sure? What if I hurt someone?" 

"You can't hurt us. We're stronger than you. And if you're part of my pack, I promise, you won't lose control again." 

After a long pause, Malia nodded. "Okay. It's not like I have anywhere else to go." 

Victoria spoke up. "Scott, why don't you let her stay with us? Chris and I could adopt her." 

The group stared at Victoria in surprise. 

Chris blinked. "We… we are?" 

Victoria shot him a sharp look. Chris sighed and nodded. "Yes, we are." 

Scott grinned. "That sounds like a plan, and I need to give her the Bite." 

Scott addressed the pack. "I'll catch up with you all later. And, Boyd… you might want to take a shower. You reek." 

Laughter broke the tension as everyone headed to their cars. Malia rode with Allison and her parents, while Scott followed in his own car. 

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At the Argent house, Scott gave Malia the Bite, and Allison then helped her to the bathroom. 

Scott turned to Victoria, curious. "I have to admit, I'm surprised. You, of all people, offering to adopt a shapeshifter?" 

Victoria sighed. "Scott, I was raised to hate shapeshifters. I'm not going to lie, I've killed werewolves before, just because their eyes were blue. When you told me guilt could turn their eyes blue, I didn't believe you… until today. I just want to change, Scott. And adopting Malia feels like a good first step." 

Scott smiled. "That's good to hear." 

Victoria added. "And I think Allison would love having a sister." 

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Two hours later, Allison and Malia returned. Malia looked refreshed. 

Scott smiled at her. "How are you feeling?" 

Malia grinned. "Strong. Really strong. I shifted into my coyote form, and it was huge!" 

Allison chimed in, laughing. "She's almost as big as a tiger! But… she's still a coyote. I thought she might turn into a wolf." 

Scott chuckled. "Well, Welcome to the pack, Malia. You feel the connection, don't you?" 

Malia nodded. "Yes. After the black liquid stopped pouring out of me, I felt this… bond with you and Allison. I can even sense the others who were with us earlier." 

She glanced at Chris and Victoria. "But… I don't feel anything with you two." 

Victoria smiled softly. "I haven't gone through my first full moon yet. And Chris is just a regular human." 

Malia tilted her head. "Allison said you were hunters who hunt people like us." 

Chris nodded solemnly. "We are. But only the bad ones." 

Scott stood up. "Alright, Allison, explain everything to her. I've got a lot of homework to finish." 

Allison walked Scott to the door, and they shared a kiss before he drove back home.