Teen Wolf: Alpha Reborn

Chapter 10: The New Creature

After Styles left, Scott felt a familiar sense of clarity wash over him. The clarity of knowing what's coming, and yet, the thrill of uncertainty in how his actions were shifting the timeline. He grabbed his phone and dialed a number he hadn't called in a while. The line clicked, and his father's voice came through, slightly gruff but familiar.

"Scott? What's up?"

"Hey, Dad. I was thinking... I need a car," Scott said, skipping the pleasantries and getting right to the point.

There was a moment of silence on the other end. "A car?" his father echoed, sounding a little thrown off.

"Yeah. Something reliable, nothing too flashy," Scott said, casually leaning back. "It's about time you did something for me, don't you think?"

His father chuckled, but there was an edge to it, a hint of unease. "You know, your mom and I—"

"Mom's already doing enough. It's your turn." Scott's voice was firm but not angry. He wasn't the same kid who'd flinch at the thought of confrontation. He knew what he deserved.

After a brief pause, his father relented. "Alright, I'll look into it. We'll talk later."

"Thanks, Dad," Scott said, hanging up before his father could say anything else.

With that out of the way, Scott stood up and stretched, feeling the strength of his enhanced body radiate through his muscles. He decided to spend the rest of the day training—if he was going to face bigger threats than before, he had to be prepared. But the hours flew by, and after a dull afternoon at school, he headed straight to the animal clinic for work.

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The next day, after another mind-numbing class, Scott and Stiles found themselves trudging through the Beacon Hills Preserve. The woods were dense, the air thick with the smell of pine and damp earth. They had returned to where everything started—where Scott had been bitten, and where they had found the body. This time, though, the sun was shining, casting long shadows through the trees as they made their way deeper into the preserve.

"Remind me again why we're doing this in broad daylight?" Stiles asked, stepping over a fallen log and shooting a wary glance at the thick forest around them.

Scott smirked. "Because last time we did it in the dark, we got attacked by a werewolf, remember?"

"Yeah, but now that *you're* a werewolf, shouldn't we be safer?" Stiles quipped, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably. His nerves were clearly on edge.

Scott chuckled but his senses were on high alert, scanning their surroundings. He knew something was coming. The unease in his stomach wasn't just from their usual jaunts into the woods. Something else was wrong.

Suddenly, a shadowy figure appeared ahead of them, stepping out from behind the trees. Scott's eyes narrowed, recognizing the man instantly even though this was technically their first meeting.

Derek Hale.

Stiles' reaction was immediate, his face shifting from cautious to full-on panic mode. "Oh, great, *him*," he whispered harshly.

Derek's steely gaze flicked from Stiles to Scott, assessing them both before he spoke, his voice low and threatening. "You're trespassing. This is private property."

Scott took a step forward, completely unfazed by Derek's attempt at intimidation. He knew exactly who Derek was—and what he was. This wasn't the shy, nervous Scott of the original timeline. This was someone who knew *everything* about Derek Hale and wasn't the least bit scared.