Teen Wolf: Alpha Reborn

Chapter 3: Scott McCall's abilities (Part 2)

Scott clenched his fists, watching as his knuckles turned white with the pressure. *Alright,* he thought, *time to figure this out.*

He took a deep breath, reaching out to the most primal part of himself, focusing on the feeling of his sharp claws just beneath the surface. In his mind, the knowledge was there: his claws and teeth were his most basic weapons, but far from ordinary. They were capable of cutting through anything—wood, metal, stone—nothing was safe from their razor edge. They could rend through a variety of substances with ease, and he could use them to scale walls, moving with a speed and agility few could rival.

"Let's try this," Scott murmured, feeling his heart pick up with anticipation. He closed his eyes, focusing inward, reaching for that transformation. He felt a sharp tingle in his fingertips, and with a burst of willpower, his claws began to emerge. It didn't hurt, but it felt *strange*, like his body was adjusting to a natural, more dangerous state.

His eyes snapped open, and he grinned as he admired the sharp, black claws that extended from his fingers. They glistened in the light, as deadly as they were beautiful. Scott flexed his fingers, feeling the immense power they held.

"Sharp enough to tear through anything," he said softly, his voice tinged with awe. "I could tear through concrete with these."

His heart raced with the thrill of it. He had imagined this moment so many times—having these kinds of powers, testing their limits. And now, here he was, with abilities that far surpassed anything he could have dreamed. But he wasn't done yet. There were more powers to explore.

Scott went to the bathroom and glanced at his teeth in the mirror, willing them to shift, to reveal the dangerous fangs that now hid just beneath his gums. They responded instantly. His canines lengthened, sharpening into lethal weapons. He grinned, flashing his reflection a menacing smile.

*Claws and teeth,* he thought. The perfect tools of a predator.

But his claws and teeth weren't just for tearing through his enemies or crawling along walls—they had another, more dangerous purpose. His bite and even his scratch could be infectious, turning others into werewolves like him. Scott raised his hand, staring at the sharp claws that could deliver that fate.

"I can turn people," he said, shaking his head in disbelief. "But...I can control it. I can choose when my bite is infectious."

The idea filled him with a mix of awe and responsibility. He had the power to create more werewolves, to bring others into this world, but he also had the control to stop it from happening accidentally. He wouldn't be like Peter Hale, using his bite recklessly. No, Scott would be careful, deliberate. His bite was a gift—one he would only give if he truly needed to.

Scott took a deep breath, calming the rush of excitement. He still had more powers to explore.

He reached for the next ability in his mind—*Lie Detection.* His senses would be able to detect dishonesty, picking up on the smallest changes in a person's heartbeat, the most subtle shifts in their emotions. Scott's chest tightened at the thought of it. This was more than just a useful power—it was a weapon against deceit. No one would be able to lie to him. No more secrets, no more manipulation. He would always know the truth.

Then there was *Empathy*—the ability to sense others' emotions through touch. This was more than just understanding what people were feeling. It was *seeing* their true intentions, feeling their pain, their joy, their fear. It was a power that could grow stronger with time, becoming an essential tool in his arsenal.

Scott flexed his hand, imagining how it would feel to touch someone and know *everything* they were hiding. He would never be in the dark again.

"Empathy," he whispered, letting the word roll off his tongue. It wasn't just a passive ability—it was powerful, something that would give him an edge in every confrontation. But more than that, it was a tool for *connection*. He could use it to protect the people he loved, to understand them in a way no one else could.

And then there was *Pain Transference*—a power that stirred something deep inside him. Scott could absorb and alleviate the pain of others, taking their suffering into himself. It was an ability that was both selfless and terrifying. He could heal people, take away their agony, but at the cost of bearing that pain himself.

Scott's mind flashed back to his mother, to Stiles, to Allison. He could protect them—not just physically, but emotionally. He could take their pain, make it his own, and spare them the suffering.

"I can help them," he whispered, his heart swelling with determination.

But what excited Scott the most was his *Healing Factor*. His body could regenerate at incredible speeds, repairing even the most severe injuries in a matter of moments. He could heal from wounds that would kill an ordinary person, without so much as a scar to show for it. His healing was ten times faster than any ordinary werewolf's, making him nearly invincible in battle.

Scott glanced at his arm, imagining a cut or a bruise, and how quickly it would disappear. His enemies might try to hurt him, but they would fail—his body would heal faster than they could inflict damage.

But his abilities went beyond physical healing. He had the power of *Memory Transference*—the ability to transfer memories by inserting his claws into someone's neck. Scott shivered at the thought, the knowledge sending chills down his spine. With this power, he could not only communicate mind-to-mind, but also manipulate memories, erase them if he needed to. This was more than just a weapon—it was a tool for control, a way to influence others in ways they couldn't even comprehend.

And finally, there was *Telepathy*. Scott's mind buzzed with the possibilities. He could communicate with his pack without speaking, sending thoughts directly into their minds. It wasn't just about words—it was about connection, about being able to protect and lead them no matter where they were.

The thrill of his powers surged through him, making his pulse quicken. But as much as he was excited, he knew he had a long way to go. Knowing his powers wasn't the same as mastering them. He had to master these abilities, train his body and mind until they were second nature. he still had work to do.

"I've got the knowledge," Scott said, his voice firm, "but I need the control."

With that, he glanced at the mirror again, focusing on his reflection. He could shift—he had the claws and the fangs—but that was only the beginning. He could feel the wolf inside him, waiting to be unleashed. But something held him back. He couldn't fully shift yet—he could feel it deep down, the primal power that wanted to break free, but it remained just out of reach.

"Maybe I need the full moon," Scott muttered to himself. He remembered how Scott McCall from the original timeline had struggled with his first shift, how it had taken the full moon to bring out the beast. Maybe this was the same.

But even so, Scott wasn't frustrated. He was *excited*. He would claim the wolf inside him, on his own terms.

"Alright, wolf," he said, his voice calm but resolute. "We'll do this your way...for now."