Chapter 76: The Alpha Allison

In the old Hale house, the air was thick with the stench of spilled beer and sweat. The pack of rough-edged werewolves lounged around, their raucous laughter echoing off the crumbling walls. A few crows cawed outside in the trees, but none of the men paid them any mind. They were too busy talking and drinking, reveling in their victory over Derek Hale the previous night. 

The Alpha of the group, known simply as Boss sat at the head of the room. His one good eye gleamed with smug satisfaction as he swirled a half-empty bottle of whiskey. "Boys." he said, in a Southern accent. "From now on, this town's ours. Too bad that other Alpha hightailed it yesterday. Could've turned him into one of us, then we'd have another Alpha in the pack." 

A fat man they called Big Bobby chuckled, his broad shoulders shaking. "Heard that Alpha is supposed to be somethin' fierce." He said, popping open another beer. "Guess he ain't all that strong." 

Another werewolf, with a jagged scar running down his cheek, chimed in. "Well, he's strong enough to get away." He muttered, his tone darker. 

Across the room, a lanky, tattooed man named Billy shifted nervously in his seat. "Boss." he said, his voice shaky. "Them crows outside… they're givin' me the creeps." 

Boss shot him a glare. "Shut your mouth, Billy. They're just birds." 

Billy swallowed hard. "Yeah, but there weren't that many at first. Now there's more… and I swear they're watchin' us." His hands trembled as he pointed to the shattered window. "We should skedaddle outta this old, creepy house." 

Rowdy, a wiry man with a scruffy beard, nodded. "Billy might be right, Boss. My MeeMaw—rest her soul—used to say: 'Rowdy, if you see a flyin' black chicken near the house, you'll be unlucky. See more than five, you'll be sick as a dawg the next morning. More than ten, and you're knockin' at death's door.'" 

Big Bobby snorted. "look at you two, y'all are sweatin' like whores in church. Quit your bellyachin' and bein' superstitious over a bunch of crows."

Billy glared at Big Bobby. "It ain't just superstition, Big Bobby. This house smells like death. Blood's soaked into these walls, I reckon a lot of folks died here." 

Before anyone could respond, the sound of shattering glass filled the room as a flock of crows burst through the windows. Feathers and shards flew everywhere, the sudden intrusion freezing everyone in place. 

Rowdy's face turned pale. "Boss." He whispered, his voice trembling. "This is bad. You know what they say…" 

Boss growled. "What do they say, Rowdy?" 

"They say if a bird enters a house or hits the window… death follows." 

Before Boss could dismiss the superstition, a long howl echoed through the forest, then five more distinct howls followed.

Boss shot to his feet. "Looks like that Alpha from yesterday brought friends. There's six of 'em. Boys, let's show 'em our strength." 

The pack stormed out of the house, and they saw six figures approaching through the misty forest. The one-eyed Alpha squinted, his sharp gaze locking onto the group. "Y'all are just kids. Where's your Alpha, the one from yesterday?" 

Stiles said with a cocky grin. "You mean Derek? He's not our Alpha. He's not even in our pack." 

Scott stepped forward. "He's not from my pack." Scott said calmly. "But he told me you're here to take over my territory." 

Boss tilted his head, his lone eye narrowing. "You tellin' me you're an Alpha? This town belongs to you, kid?" 

Scott smiled faintly. "That's exactly what I'm saying." 

Then, Scott walked past the group, ignoring their growls and glares. He didn't stop until he reached the old Hale house, where he sat on the crumbling steps, completely unbothered. 

The casual display infuriated the pack. Big Bobby growled, his fangs elongating and fur sprouting along his jawline. "You lookin' down on us, boy?" he snarled before charging at Scott. 

Just as Bobby lunged, a swarm of crows descended, clawing and pecking at his face. When the birds cleared, he found himself face-to-face with Lydia, her black wings spread wide and her golden eyes glowing. 

"Wh... what the heck are you?" Bobby stammered. 

Lydia smirked. "If you want to fight our Alpha, you'll have to earn it, big guy." 

She took a deep breath and unleashed a deafening scream. The soundwave struck Bobby, sending him hurtling backward into Billy, the two crashing to the ground in a heap. 

Billy groaned as he pushed Bobby off him. "Dang it, Bobby! You tryin' to crush me to death with your fat ass?" 

Big Bobby staggered to his feet, shaking his head to clear the ringing in his ears. Blood dripped from his ear canals, but within moments, his werewolf healing kicked in, and his eardrums repaired themselves. He turned to Lydia, his expression shifting from confusion to fear. 

The one-eyed Alpha, still standing with an air of arrogance, tilted his head as he studied Lydia. "Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle." He said, his voice laced with intrigue. "The redhead girl is a banshee, I reckon. But I ain't never heard of one with wings or control over crows." 

Rowdy, still visibly shaken, muttered under his breath, "This place is cursed. You know what they say, if you see a banshee, you're as good as dead." 

Lydia arched a brow and gave him a smile. "That's a little rude, don't you think?" 

Rowdy stiffened, his face draining of color. "Don't… don't look at me, witch!" 

Stiles doubled over in laughter. "Oh man, these guys are too much." he wheezed. 

Allison stepped forward with a confident smile. "Hey, one-eye, you'll be fighting me." 

The one-eyed Alpha grinned, his lips curling into a cocky smirk. "Baby doll." he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "How about you become my girl? I'll take care of you and..." 

Before he could finish, a low growl rumbled from right behind him, sending a chill down his spine. His cocky grin vanished as he froze in place. 

Allison glanced at Scott, who had silently emerged from the Alpha's shadow, his glowing red eyes piercing into the back of the man's head. "Scott." Allison said with a playful tone. "You promised to let me handle this." 

Scott shrugged. "Fine, but can I give him just one punch? Just one." 

Allison rolled her eyes. "No. If you punch him, he'll be done for. Let me handle him, I promise I'll make him regret what he just said." 

The one-eyed Alpha spun around, only to come face-to-face with Scott's glowing eyes and the unmistakable aura of dominance. Scott leaned in close, his voice a dangerous whisper. "Lucky you." 

With that, Scott disappeared into the shadows, reappearing on the steps of the Hale house. He sat down casually and called out to his pack. "Alright, guys, let's wrap this up quickly." 

Stiles cracked his knuckles, his grin widening. "You heard him!" 

In a fluid motion, Stiles shifted, fur sprouting along his cheeks, his claws extending as his golden eyes blazed. He charged at one of the rival werewolves, his movements precise and feral. Isaac, Boyd, and Erica followed suit, their growls echoing as they tackled their opponents with calculated aggression. Even Lydia joined the fray, her black wings unfurling as she swooped down like a hawk, taking down her target. 

Allison's eyes glowed as she shifted, her claws extending into razor-sharp points. She stepped toward the one-eyed Alpha. "Your fight is with me." She said. 

The Alpha sneered, still underestimating her. "A beta, huh? This'll be quick." 

But when he raised his forearm to block her punch, his cocky demeanor shattered. Allison's strike was so powerful it broke his arm with a sickening crack and sent him flying backward. 

The Alpha gritted his teeth as he scrambled to his feet, his gaze darkening. "Alright, baby doll. Let's see what you've really got." 

He began to shift, his form growing larger. Fur sprouted along his jawline and cheeks, forming a mane-like appearance. His skin darkened to an obsidian black, and his lone eye glowed crimson. With a guttural roar, he charged at Allison, his speed and strength magnified. 

But Allison was faster, she dodged his attacks with ease, her strikes precise and devastating. Every punch and kick cracked bones, every slash of her claws left deep gashes. The one-eyed Alpha quickly realized he was outmatched. 

Despite being a beta, Allison fought with the strength of an Alpha. Like Scott, her power was tied to the strength of the pack, and her training in mixed martial arts only added to her dominance in combat. 

Across the battlefield, the rest of the pack easily subdued their opponents, knocking them unconscious one by one. Stiles was the first to finish, grinning as he wiped his claws clean. "That was fun." 

As her pack regrouped, Allison decided to end the fight. With a swift uppercut to the Alpha's jaw, she knocked him out cold. The towering werewolf crumpled to the ground, his body motionless. 

Scott rose from the steps of the Hale house and approached his pack, a proud smile on his face. "Good job, everyone." He said. Then he turned to the unconscious Alpha. "Now, let's see what we're dealing with." 

Walking over, Scott knelt beside the Alpha. Without hesitation, he extended his claws and inserted them into the back of the Alpha's neck. Moments later, he withdrew his claws, standing up with a faint smile. 

"Allison." Scott said, his tone lighter. "Take his Alpha spark. After that, we'll let them go." 

Stiles furrowed his brow. "So, they aren't bad guys?" 

Scott shook his head. "No. They're just a bunch of funny dudes trying to prove themselves. Their Alpha is stronger than Derek, but he didn't kill him. Yesterday, he let Derek go, and even let his betas escape without trying to use them as leverage. That's not what a killer does." 

Allison nodded, her eyes narrowing as she focused on the task. "Alright." 

She stepped forward and knelt by the unconscious Alpha. With a deep breath, she extended her claws and stabbed them into his chest. The Alpha's body jolted as he woke up, his one eye widening in shock as he felt his Alpha spark being drained. But he didn't fight back. He simply lay there, his gaze shifting between Allison and Scott, resignation etched across his features. 

Allison's yellow eyes began to change, shifting to a bright orange before finally glowing a deep, radiant red. Her breathing quickened as power surged through her, and for a brief moment, she was overwhelmed. But then, the flow slowed, and she realized the energy she was absorbing had become faint and meaningless, So she pulled her claws out. 

The one-eyed Alpha looked up at Scott, his face pale and weary. "You can kill me." He said. "But please… let my pack go." 

Scott said. "You trespassed on my territory and challenged me. Losing your Alpha spark was the price you paid. I'm not going to kill you or your pack, but I don't want to see any of you in Beacon Hills again. Understand?" 

The one-eyed Alpha nodded, his body trembling as he weakly pushed himself to his feet. Stripped of his Alpha spark and the fight against Allison still fresh in his muscles, he was barely able to stand. Yet, he limped to each of his pack members, kicking them awake one by one. 

"C'mon, y'all." He rasped. "We're leavin'." 

His pack, groaning and battered, climbed onto their bikes. One by one, the engines roared to life, and without a word, they rode out of Beacon Hills, disappearing into the night. 

Scott turned to Allison, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Alright, Allison. Try shifting into your full werewolf form." 

Allison tilted her head, a mix of excitement and nervousness flickering across her face. "Okay." She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to focus. When she opened them, they blazed red, and her body began to transform. 

White fur sprouted across her arms and legs as she grew taller. Her head shifted into a wolf's, her sharp teeth glinting under the moonlight. Her clothes stretched but held together, and from behind her, a fluffy white tail emerged, swaying slightly. 

Scott's lips curled into a proud smile. "How do you feel, Allison?" 

Allison glanced at her hands, flexing her claws. "I feel… strong. Really strong. And I have this deeper connection to my wolf side, it's like I can feel everything around me." 

Stiles clapped his hands together, his grin wide. "Cool! Next, it'll be my turn to become an Alpha. I can't wait!" 

Scott chuckled. "Alright, let's head home." 

Stiles stretched, letting out a dramatic sigh. "Home sweet home. I wonder how my dad's holding up." 

Scott smiled. "With uncle Noah's line of work, I bet he's seen weird stuff long before we were even born. Now, he's probably trying to piece it all together with the supernatural." 

Stiles nodded, a small smile creeping onto his face."You're right. He's probably going through all his old case files, connecting the dots. I should check on him, though." 

After that, everyone exchanged goodbyes. Then, they climbed into their cars, and drove off heading back to their homes.