Teen Wolf: Alpha Reborn

A few days had passed since Scott and his pack had found Malia. Now, they were sitting together in the school cafeteria, enjoying lunch. 

Stiles leaned forward. "Scott, my dad told me yesterday that they brought in a pregnant woman who'd been attacked. When they asked her who did it, she hesitated for a while and finally said it wasn't human, it was a creature, like a lizard." 

Allison frowned. "The Kanima." 

Stiles nodded. "Yeah. And just now, Dad texted me again, said they found her dead this morning. Someone choked her to death last night." 

Scott's expression darkened. "It's time to deal with Jackson and whoever's controlling him. Lydia, you're coming with me after school to Derek's place." 

Lydia nodded. "Okay." 

Stiles raised a hand. "I'm coming, too." 

Boyd shrugged. "I need to head home after school." 

Isaac, looking a bit sheepish, muttered. "I… I have a date." 

Stiles stood up. "A what? You traitor! Didn't we agree to stay single, me, you, and Boyd?" 

Isaac frowned. "I don't remember agreeing to that." 

Stiles sat back down, glaring. "Who's your date, anyway? Do we know her?" 

Erica smirked. "It's me." 

Lydia said. "What? How did that happen?" 

Isaac scratched the back of his neck. "I asked her out, and she said yes." 

Stiles turned to Erica. "Just like that? If I asked you out, would you have said yes?" 

Erica chuckled. "Nope. You're not my type, you've got way too much energy." 

Stiles groaned. "Ouch. That was quick and painful. At least pretend to think about it for a second!" 

Turning to Scott. "Scott, buddy, we grew up together. We're like brothers. You have to help me. I need a girlfriend before Boyd gets one!" 

Boyd chuckled. "Relax, Stiles. I'm not competing with you. I'm not even looking for a girlfriend right now." 

Scott smirked. "How about Malia? You could ask her out." 

Stiles hesitated. "She's beautiful, but… I don't know. What's she up to right now, anyway?" 

Allison smiled. "My mom's homeschooling her so she can join us here next year. Malia hates studying, though. Maybe you could help her with that, Stiles." 

Stiles squinted. "Help her study? You just said she hates studying. How is me helping her with something she hates going to make her like me?" 

Allison shrugged. "You need to figure that out yourself." 

Stiles sighed. "Alright, but when you say she hates studying… how much hate are we talking about here?" 

Allison smirked. "Sometimes, she growls at her books. Like, full glowing eyes and claws out. If my mom didn't stop her, she'd probably tear them apart." 

Stiles leaned back. "So, you're suggesting I be her chew toy?" 

Allison laughed. "Maybe. But who knows? She might grow to love you, like a dog loves its favorite toy." 

Stiles nodded thoughtfully. "You've got a point. I'll think about it." 

Scott turned to Allison. "What about you? Are you coming with us?" 

Allison shook her head. "No. Mom, Malia, Melissa, and I are going shopping after school." 

Lydia's eyes widened. "Shopping? And you didn't tell me?" 

Scott interjected. "Lydia, we need to deal with Jackson today." 

Lydia hesitated. "But… can't we wait until tomorrow?" 

Scott's tone turned firm. "No. He's killing people, Lydia. If you don't want to come, I'll handle it myself." 

She sighed. "Fine. I'll come." 

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After school, Scott, Stiles, and Lydia got into Stiles' Jeep. On the way, Scott called Derek. 

"We need to talk." Scott said. Derek gave them his address, and they drove straight there. 

When they arrived at Derek's loft, they found him and Peter waiting inside. 

Stiles looked at Peter with mock surprise. "Wow, Peter! You're looking good, way better than the last time we saw you at school." 

Peter snorted. "That wasn't one of my finer moments, I admit." 

Turning to Scott, Peter asked. "What happened to that crazy bitch and her pack?" 

Scott smiled coldly at Peter. "Dead." He said simply. 

Peter swallowed hard and stayed quiet. 

Once everyone was seated, Derek asked. "What can I do for you, Scott?" 

Scott leaned forward. "It's about the Kanima. We need to deal with it. Whoever's controlling it is killing people now." 

Derek frowned. "What does the Kanima have to do with me?" 

Scott smirked. "It's one of your pack, Derek." 

Derek froze. "What? That can't be." 

Peter raised an eyebrow. "It's Jackson, isn't it?" 

Stiles nodded. "Bingo." 

Derek sighed. "So, what's the plan? Are you going to kill him?" 

Scott shook his head. "No. He's just being controlled. We can turn him back into a werewolf. I also want to read his memories to figure out who's behind this." 

Derek frowned. "And how are you going to turn him back?" 

Scott's expression turned confident. "You'll see. For now, I need you to call him here." 

Derek nodded, pulling out his phone and dialing Jackson's number.

They sat together, chatting idly, until Jackson arrived. When Derek opened the door, Jackson walked in and immediately noticed Scott and his pack waiting inside.

"What's going on?" Jackson asked, eyeing everyone warily.

Scott stood up, his eyes glowing red as he declared. "Let's get this over with." He let out a thunderous roar that shook the room.

Jackson collapsed to the ground, his body convulsing. Dark green scales erupted over his skin as his limbs twisted unnaturally. Within moments, he transformed into the Kanima, standing dazed in the center of the room.

Scott stepped aside and turned to Lydia. "Go ahead."

Lydia approached the Kanima. Sensing her, the creature lashed out with his claws, but Lydia caught his arm effortlessly. Her eyes glowed fiercely as her own talons extended. She drove them into Jackson's abdomen with precision.

Jackson snarled and attempted to strike with his other hand, but Stiles intercepted the blow, holding its arm in place.

Lydia began to absorb the Kanima's power, her talons glowing faintly as the scales on Jackson's body began to fade. Gradually, his form reverted to human. As the last of the scales disappeared, Lydia withdrew her claws, leaned close, and screamed. "Jackson!" with her banshee's voice.

Jackson, now fully human, slumped to the floor. His eyes fluttered open, glowing blue, as fur sprouted from the sides of his face. He let out a low roar, no longer the Kanima but a newly turned werewolf.

Peter, watching from the sidelines, muttered. "How did she do that?"

Scott replied. "She's a banshee. You've heard the myth of calling a werewolf by his name can turn him back to a human. That's what she just did."

Peter frowned. "But I've never heard of a banshee with claws, and when she called his name, he didn't turn human, he turned into a werewolf."

Scott growled, cutting him off. "You're asking too many questions, Peter."

"Peter, shut up." Derek said firmly before turning to Scott. "What now?"

"I need to read his memories." Scott replied.

Jackson, still dazed, looked up. "Scott, what are you going to do?"

"I'll explain later. Just relax." Scott said as he approached. He sunk his claws into the back of Jackson's neck. After a moment, Scott withdrew his claws and turned to Derek. "You need to see this too."

Derek nodded. "Alright, Jackson, don't resist." He said before inserting his own claws into Jackson's neck. Moments later, Derek withdrew his claws, his expression dark. "Damn it."

Stiles, impatient, asked. "Well? Are you two going to tell us what's going on? Who was controlling Jackson?"

Scott said. "It was Matt."

Stiles's jaw dropped. "Matt? The guy from Derek's pack?"

Scott nodded. "Yes."

Stiles snorted. "Wow, Derek. You really know how to pick 'em. First Peter, who looks like he'd stab you in the back any second, then a Kanima, and now a psychopath who used the Kanima to attack a pregnant woman. And when the Kanima didn't kill her, he did it himself."

Scott turned to Derek. "Are you going to deal with him, or should I?"

Derek's voice was resolute. "No. I'll handle it. I gave that monster power, it's my responsibility to take it back."

Scott nodded. "Alright."

Jackson, regaining more of his senses, asked weakly. "Can someone tell me what's going on?"

Lydia knelt beside him and explained everything about the Kanima and what had happened to him.

Jackson listened in silence before looking at Scott. "Thank you for not killing me, and for helping me."

"You didn't kill anyone, Jackson." Scott said. "You were just being controlled."

Jackson's voice trembled. "Even so, I still caused harm. Derek, I want to come with you to deal with Matt."

Derek agreed. "Alright."

Scott stood and said. "Then it's time for us to leave."

Once they were gone, Peter smirked at Derek. "You're going to kill your Beta? That'll make you weaker."

Derek shot him a glare. "I have to. He's killing people, Peter."

Turning to Jackson, Derek said. "Let's go. It's time to deal with that traitor."

He pulled out his phone and called Matt, arranging to meet him in the woods. 

When Matt arrived, Derek and Jackson confronted him under the dim moonlight. Matt stood his ground, smirking as he confessed. "Yes, I controlled Jackson while he was the Kanima. I made him kill for me, and when he failed to kill that pregnant woman, I did it myself, smothered her to death."

Derek's eyes burned red as he growled. "That is not why i gave you the Bite."

Matt pulled a gun from his jacket and aimed it at Derek, but Derek moved faster, disarming him with ease. He tossed the weapon aside, his voice cold. "I'm not going to kill you yet. Jackson deserves his chance."

Derek stepped back, nodding to Jackson. "Go ahead."

Jackson shifted into his werewolf form, fur sprouting from his cheeks as his eyes glowed blue. Matt followed suit, his own blue eyes gleaming as he transformed. The two clashed, snarling and trading powerful blows.

Fueled by rage and a desire for redemption, Jackson gained the upper hand. With a final, powerful strike, he sent Matt crashing to the ground.

Derek approached, his expression hard. "This ends here."

Without hesitation, Derek plunged his claws into Matt's chest, absorbing his powers and extinguishing his life. Matt's body fell limp, and the glow in his eyes faded.

Jackson shifted back to his human form, breathing heavily as he looked down at Matt's lifeless body.

Then, the two dug a deep grave in the woods and buried Matt.

As they stood over the freshly turned soil, Derek placed a hand on Jackson's shoulder. "You did well tonight."

Jackson nodded, a hint of relief in his eyes. "Thanks, Derek."

Without another word, they turned and disappeared into the shadows of the forest.