Teen Wolf: Alpha Reborn

A week had passed since Scott's encounter with Gerard. During this time, Scott finally received the bank card with $90 million from Deaton, giving him full access to the money without any issues. However, Melissa still hadn't found the ranch or building they were searching for.

Scott also took the initiative to sign himself and his entire pack up at a local MMA gym. They had begun training in mixed martial arts, learning new skills to strengthen their fighting abilities.

Now, Scott and his pack were enjoying a free period, sitting on the bleachers at the empty lacrosse field.

"I can't wait." Stiles said excitedly. "Tomorrow's the full moon, and I'll finally be able to shift for the first time!"

"Me too." Allison added with determination. "I want to get stronger as soon as possible, just in case another dangerous shifter shows up in Beacon Hills."

Scott leaned back and smirked. "Out of all of you, I'm most curious to see what Lydia will turn into."

Lydia smiled slyly. "I just hope it's something pretty."

Boyd raised an eyebrow. "What does being pretty have to do with anything? Isn't strength the most important thing?"

Lydia shot him a look. "Strength is important, but looking cool and pretty while kicking ass is just as important."

As the group laughed, Derek appeared, walking toward them. He nodded at Scott.

Scott greeted him with a smile. "What's up, Derek? What brings you here?"

"I'm checking on my pack." Derek said. "You know the full moon is tomorrow."

Scott nodded. "You'd better make sure they don't cause trouble. Oh, and by the way, Gerard Argent is in town. He's definitely going to come after you, Peter, and the rest of your pack."

Derek hesitated, glancing at Allison.

"If Gerard attacks you." Allison said firmly. "you can fight back—or even kill him. But don't hurt my parents, or you'll have to deal with me."

Derek frowned. "What if your parents attack me first?"

"Then you run." Allison replied without hesitation.

Derek snorted. "See you around, Scott." He said before turning and heading toward the school.

Once Derek was gone, Stiles broke the silence. "Speaking of parents, I've been thinking. Maybe I should tell my dad about the supernatural side of the world."

Scott gave him a supportive look. "It's your choice, man."

Stiles nodded. "I'll tell him after the full moon. Oh, and Scott, what do you think about giving him the Bite?"

Scott shrugged. "As long as you explain everything—the pack, what it means to be part of it, and the fact that there are some creatures we can't just lock up in jail. If he agrees to all of that, then yeah, I'll give him the Bite and make him part of the pack."

"Great. Thanks, buddy." Stiles said with a grin.

After school, Scott headed to the animal clinic. Even though he now had access to the money, he genuinely enjoyed working with the animals. Meanwhile, Allison mentioned that she, Erica, and Lydia were planning a girls' night at Lydia's house. And Stiles, Boyd and Isaac went back to their houses.

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Isaac's POV 

Isaac was having dinner with his father, Mr. Lahey, when his father broke the silence. 

"Where have you been going these days?" Mr. Lahey asked, his tone sharp. 

Isaac took a deep breath. "I've been hanging out with my friends." 

"Well." Mr. Lahey snapped. "I don't want you spending time with them anymore. And no more staying over at their houses." 

Isaac exhaled, steadying himself. "No, Dad. I'm going to keep hanging out with them, and I'll stay over at their places when I need to." 

Mr. Lahey's face twisted with anger. "Then next time you go to their house, don't bother coming back here." 

Meeting his father's glare, Isaac replied calmly but firmly. "If that's what you want, Dad, then I won't come back." 

Mr. Lahey's anger boiled over. He stood abruptly, flipping the table in a rage. "You think you're a man now, huh? Let me remind you, you're just a scared little boy." 

Mr. Lahey pulled off his belt, ready to strike, but Isaac caught it mid-swing. With one sharp yank, he pulled it from his father's hand and threw it aside. He stepped closer, looking his father in the eye. 

"From now on." Isaac said, his voice steady. "you will never hit me again. And no more locking me in the freezer, either." 

Mr. Lahey, stunned by his son's defiance, sneered. "Or what? Are you going to hit me now?" 

Isaac shook his head. "No. For better or worse, you're still my dad. I won't hurt you. But I will leave and find somewhere else to live." 

Mr. Lahey's expression darkened. "You dare?" 

"Yes." Isaac replied, his resolve unshaken. "And I'm leaving right now. I'll be back the day after tomorrow." 

Without waiting for a response, Isaac walked out, grabbed his bike, and prepared to leave. But just as he reached the driveway, he heard a noise coming from inside the house. 

Alarmed, Isaac ran back inside and froze at the sight of a lizard-like shapeshifter, poised to attack his father. 

Isaac didn't hesitate. He launched himself at the creature, landing a powerful kick that sent it crashing into the wall. 

The shapeshifter stood, shaking off the impact. It looked at Isaac with a mix of recognition and fear, but its focus quickly returned to Mr. Lahey. The creature lunged toward his father. 

Isaac stepped between them, landing a punch squarely on the shapeshifter's face, knocking it to the ground. Grabbing its tail, Isaac used all his strength to slam it into the living room wall, breaking it. 

The creature roared in pain, scrambled to its feet, and fled. 

Isaac watched it go, ensuring it was gone before turning to his father. "Are you okay, Dad?" 

Mr. Lahey, visibly shaken, stammered. "What... what was that thing? It looked like it was here for me." 

"Don't worry, Dad." Isaac said, his voice calm. "It's gone. You're safe now." 

"Safe?" Mr. Lahey repeated, his voice trembling. "That thing is evil. It'll come back. Son, we have to leave Beacon Hills." 

Isaac shook his head. "No, Dad. I'm not leaving." 

Mr. Lahey stared at him, fear etched into his face. "Then if you're not leaving... I am." 

Without another word, Mr. Lahey began packing his belongings. When he was ready to leave, he paused at the door, looking at Isaac one last time. 

"Are you sure you're not coming?" 

"I'm sure." Isaac replied firmly. "You can go, Dad. Just call me when you're settled so I know you're okay." 

Mr. Lahey hesitated, then nodded. "Goodbye, son. And... thank you for saving my life. I'm sorry for being such a shitty father. Take care of yourself." 

Isaac watched as his father got into his car and drove away. 

Once the taillights disappeared, Isaac closed the house, grabbed his bike, and headed to Scott's house.