Teen Wolf: Alpha Reborn

Chapter 20: Power Absorption

The tension in the air was palpable as Chris Argent and his hunters prepared for battle against the massive boar. Chris, ever the strategist, quickly assessed the situation. His voice rang out over the clearing, calm but authoritative, "It can't make sharp turns! Use that to your advantage!"

The hunters moved quickly, firing at the beast while staying just out of range of its tusks. The massive boar, a monstrous creature, with glowing red eyes and jagged tusks, seemed almost impervious to their bullets. The rounds struck its hide but did little more than leave superficial scratches. Its thick, armored skin deflected most of the damage, and it was only a matter of time before the tide of battle shifted.

The creature charged relentlessly, slamming into trees, uprooting shrubs, and leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. For every missed swipe, the boar would quickly recover, charging again with terrifying speed. It moved faster than anything so large should be able to, and within minutes, the hunters began to falter.

With a mighty charge, the boar gored one of the hunters, tossing him aside like a rag doll. The man's body landed with a sickening thud, motionless. Blood sprayed the ground. Another hunter screamed as the beast's tusk pierced his side, leaving him barely clinging to life.

Chris cursed under his breath, realizing they were outmatched. "Fall back!" he barked, but the boar continued its relentless pursuit. The other hunters tried to hold their ground, but their weapons were proving useless. Two more men were down, one dead and the other grievously wounded. Panic set in among the hunters, and Chris knew they had no choice but to retreat.

"Smoke bombs!" Chris shouted to the remaining hunters. the men quickly tossed small canisters, and a thick cloud of smoke erupted between them and the boar. The creature, blinded and disoriented, reared back on its hind legs and let out a furious roar, giving Chris and the others just enough time to grab the bodies of their fallen comrades and flee.

From his hiding spot, Scott watched as the hunters retreated, his sharp senses following Chris's every movement as they disappeared into the treeline. He could see the frustration etched on Chris's face as he glanced back, searching for Scott and Stiles. Scott smirked to himself; Chris had no idea he was still there, ready to finish what the hunters could not.

"Stay here, Stiles," Scott said, his tone confident and serious as he looked back at his best friend, who was crouching behind a tree, peeking out cautiously.

Stiles gave him a mock salute, still trying to shake off the nerves from the encounter. "You got this, right?" he asked, his voice shaky but trusting.

"Of course," Scott replied, already moving toward the tree line. He ducked behind a large oak and began removing his clothes. His muscles rippled with power, his heart rate slowing as he prepared for what was to come.

Scott closed his eyes, reaching deep within himself and letting his wolf side take over. It was becoming second nature to him now. His body expanded, his muscles bulging as thick black fur covered his skin. His fangs grew longer, his claws sharper, and within moments, he stood towering at 2.5 meters tall, a hulking werewolf with terrifying strength.

He handed his clothes to Stiles, who had quietly come closer to watch. "Hold these," Scott growled in his deep, monstrous voice. Stiles took the bundle of clothes without a word, his eyes wide but no longer filled with fear. He had seen Scott transform enough times now to know his best friend had it under control.

Scott turned toward the clearing where the boar was regaining its sight, still disoriented from the smoke bombs. The boar's glowing red eyes locked onto Scott, sensing his powerful aura. The creature let out a low, guttural growl, its primal instincts telling it to flee, but it was too late.