Teen Wolf: Alpha Reborn

The next morning, Stiles woke up with a jolt. He blinked a few times, taking in the brightness of the room, and then noticed it—the changes in his body. His senses were sharper than ever. He could hear the faint chirping of birds outside, see the smallest details on the ceiling, and even smell the faint scent of Melissa's coffee brewing downstairs. An excited grin spread across his face as he bolted out of bed.

"This is amazing!" he whispered to himself before running to Scott's room.

He didn't bother knocking. Instead, he burst through the door, practically bouncing on his feet.

"Scott! Wake up!" Stiles shook his friend vigorously. "Dude, I can feel it! I'm super strong! I can see better! I can smell everything!"

Scott groaned, his face buried in his pillow. After keeping an eye on Stiles all night, he just went back to his room to take a nap. "Stiles, why are you so loud this early in the morning? And if you can smell everything, why can't you smell your own scent? You stink, buddy."

Stiles paused and sniffed his shirt. His face scrunched up. "Oh, that smell is coming from me? Well, still! This is incredible! I feel so powerful! I want to go on a morning run in the woods!"

Scott turned his head slightly, one eye cracked open. "Stiles, if you don't go take a shower, believe it or not, I'll throw your ass out the window."

"Fine, I'm going." Stiles grumbled but paused before leaving. He leaned closer to Scott with a sly grin. "But I wonder how Lydia…"

Scott shot upright, glaring at him. "Stiles, get away from me. Disgusting."

Stiles laughed as he headed out the door. "You're really not a morning person, are you?"

Meanwhile, Lydia woke up in the guest room. Her body felt different, alive with new sensations. But the sweat clinging to her skin made her grimace. Without hesitation, she ran to the bathroom to shower. Afterward, she borrowed some clothes from Melissa.

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The kitchen was bustling with activity. Scott was finishing up some pancakes when Stiles joined, freshly showered and still buzzing with energy. Lydia followed shortly, her hair still damp, and Melissa poured everyone a cup of juice.

As they ate, Scott noticed something peculiar about Lydia. The bite on her arm had healed completely, and her presence felt… different.

"Lydia." Scott said, eyeing her closely. "Your senses… they're heightened, right?"

Lydia nodded. "Especially my sight. It's like I'm seeing everything in high definition. And I think I've got super strength too."

Scott's brows furrowed. 'This doesn't add up.' He thought. 'In the original Teen Wolf timeline, Peter's bite didn't heal on Lydia, and she definitely didn't gain strength. Something's different now. She's more than just a Banshee.'

"Show me your claws." Scott said suddenly.

Lydia blinked. "My nails?"

Scott chuckled. "No, your claws. Like this." He showed her his sharp black claws.

Lydia's eyes widened. "Oh, right. I forgot I can do that now. But… how do I make them appear? And does it hurt?"

Allison stepped in, her voice soft but encouraging. "It's easy. Just will them to come out, and they will. And no, it doesn't hurt." She demonstrated, her own claws extending gracefully. They were white.

Stiles, not wanting to be left out, concentrated hard. A moment later, his claws appeared. "Oh, I did it! And it didn't hurt at all!"

Finally, Lydia tried. After a few moments of focus, sleek black claws extended from her fingers.

"Oh, it's easy." She said, admiring them. But her smile faded as she frowned. "Why are my claws black? This is not pretty."

Scott grabbed her hand, examining her claws closely. His expression grew serious. "Lydia, these aren't claws. These are talons."

Allison leaned over, taking Lydia's other hand and comparing her claws to her own. "Scott's right. Yours are different from ours."

Lydia stared at her hands, her voice trembling slightly. "Talons? Like a bird's claws?"

Scott nodded. "Yes. You're not a werewolf. You're something else. We'll have to wait until the full moon to find out for sure."

Panic flashed in Lydia's eyes. "Am I going to turn into something evil?"

Scott gave her a reassuring smile. "Relax. You're not. If you were, I'd feel it."

Lydia tilted her head. "What do you mean, you'd feel it?"

Scott sighed, searching for the right words. "It's hard to explain. It's a primal instinct." He turned to Melissa. "Mom, how did you feel when you first met that Lamia yesterday?"

Melissa thought for a moment before responding. "At first, I felt danger. Then, an overwhelming impulse to attack her. It was like something inside me was urging me to kill her. It was like you said, instinct."

Scott nodded. "That instinct tells us when something is evil. And now that you've seen her memories, do you understand that feeling?"

Melissa's face hardened. "Yes. If I ever feel that again, I'll know for sure the creature is evil."

Scott turned back to Lydia. "I don't feel anything like that from you. So, you're safe. Maybe you're something cute, like a werechicken."

Stiles burst out laughing, imagining Lydia as a red chicken. Lydia shot him a glare. "Stiles, do you want to go to the dance alone?"

"Sorry! I'll shut up." Stiles said quickly, his laughter dying down.

Lydia smirked. "I think someone as awesome as me could only be an eagle."

Scott chuckled. "We'll find out what you are during the next full moon."

Melissa checked the time and clapped her hands. "Alright, kids. Time for school, or you'll be late."

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After school, Scott decided it was time for a fresh haircut. He stopped by a local barbershop, where the stylist worked magic, leaving him with a sharp, clean look. Feeling confident, Scott went home and changed into the suit he'd bought the day before. The fit was perfect, accentuating his broad shoulders and lean frame.

He waited in the living room, fiddling with his cuffs, until Allison came downstairs. The moment she stepped into the room, Scott froze. She was wearing a stunning red dress that hugged her figure in all the right places. Her hair flowed in soft waves, and her smile lit up the room.

Scott's breath hitched. "You look gorgeous. I think I'm falling in love all over again."

Allison blushed, a soft smile playing on her lips. "You look good too."

Scott leaned down and kissed her gently. "Shall we go, my princess?"

"We shall." Allison replied with a giggle.

As they walked to the door, Scott turned to Melissa. "Bye, Mom."

Melissa smiled warmly. "Bye, kids. Have fun."