Chapter 89: The End of Battle and Allison's Tears 

Scott and his group arrived to find Boyd and Isaac locked in combat with a 2.5-meter-tall werebear. They stayed back, allowing Boyd and Isaac to handle the fight themselves. 

The battle didn't last long. The Alpha werebear was strong, but Boyd and Isaac weren't weak. While one attacked from the front, the other struck from behind, coordinating their movements. Little by little, the werebear began to lose strength, his healing ability faltering as his body became riddled with wounds inflicted by their claws. 

Finally, the werebear fell to his knees, and Boyd seized the opportunity to secure their victory. With a powerful punch to the face, Boyd knocked the werebear to the ground. 

The werebear struggled to rise, but Boyd straddled him and unleashed a flurry of punches until he stopped moving. Isaac stepped in, grabbing the werebear's arms to pin him down. 

"Go ahead, Boyd. Absorb his powers." Isaac said. 

Boyd nodded, driving his claws into the werebear's chest. The werebear's eyes widened in panic as he felt his strength being drained, but Isaac held him firmly, preventing any resistance. 

It wasn't long before the werebear shifted back into his human form, his strength entirely drained. Boyd stood, his eyes glowing red, and his body began to change. Dark gray fur spread across his skin as he transformed into his full werewolf form. Standing 2.4 meters tall with a muscular frame, a wolf-like head, and a tail, Boyd's presence radiated power. 

He glanced at the unconscious werebear before plunging his clawed hand into the man's chest, ending his life. 

Scott and the rest of the group approached. "Good job, you two." Scott said. "How do you feel, Boyd?" 

In a deep voice, Boyd replied. "I feel great. Too bad the werebear didn't have any special abilities." 

Scott smiled. "Don't worry. I'm sure we'll face more enemies. You'll get an ability next time." 

Scott then burned the werebear's body and said. "Let's go check on Stiles and Malia." 

The group soon arrived at another battleground, where Stiles and Malia were fighting the Nuckelavee, Clyde. Lydia joined them after quickly dressing near the cars, and they all watched the scene unfold. 

Clyde, in his grotesque Nuckelavee form, a hideous horse-like creature with sharp teeth and a human torso fused to its back, was on the ground. Malia, in her coyote form, had her jaws locked around the horse's neck, shaking her head violently. Meanwhile, Stiles, still carrying a backpack, was relentlessly kicking the human torso's head. 

Erica smirked. "Those two look like bullies." 

Isaac chuckled. "I kind of feel sorry for that horse guy." 

Unable to take any more, Clyde shifted back to his human form, lying naked and beaten on the ground. Malia growled, preparing to attack again, but Stiles stopped her. 

"Wait, Malia. Let's try something." He said, placing his backpack on the ground. He pulled out a bottle of fresh water. "Chris said fresh water is a Nuckelavee's weakness. I want to see what happens if I make him drink it." 

Stiles approached Clyde, who began to struggle. "No, you damn brat! Don't make me drink that!" Clyde said. 

Stiles grinned mischievously. "Seeing you struggle like this makes me want to do it even more." 

After a few punches to Clyde's face, Stiles pried open his mouth and forced the entire bottle of water down his throat. Stiles stepped back, watching expectantly. "Why isn't anything happening?" He asked. 

A moment later, Clyde clutched his stomach, a gurgling sound emanating from within. "Damn you, brat!" He groaned. 

Then it happened, Clyde began projectile vomiting and suffering from explosive diarrhea. 

Stiles gagged, waving his hand in front of his face. "Ugh! It stinks!" 

Malia whimpered and ran to Scott and the others. The group covered their noses, grimacing at the smell. 

"That's disgusting, Stiles!" Scott said. "Did you really have to do that? You'd already won." 

"Sorry! I didn't think this would happen. Gross, it smells like rotten eggs!" Stiles replied, coughing. 

Everyone turned to leave. "We're waiting for you near the cars." Erica called over her shoulder and left, leaving only Stiles and Scott behind. 

After a moment, Clyde lost consciousness. Scott called out from a distance, "Hurry up, Stiles! Absorb his powers so we can leave this place." 

Stiles hesitated. "What? Absorb his powers? Scott, I don't feel like touching that thing!" 

Scott sighed. "Fine, let's go, then."

"But I want to be an Alpha!" Stiles protested. 

Scott glared at him and said. "Who told you to make him drink the water? Now, cover your nose and absorb his powers or believe it or not, I'll beat your ass so badly you won't be able to move, and I'll throw you next to him!" 

Stiles groaned loudly. "Fine!" 

Holding his breath, he walked over to Clyde, inserted his claws into his chest, and absorbed the Nuckelavee's powers. As soon as it was done, Stiles sprinted back toward Scott, only for Scott to kick him away.

"Stay away from me! You stink." Scott said, waving his hand dramatically. "And lose those shoes too. You stepped in shit." 

Stiles stumbled to his feet, groaning. "You didn't have to kick me!" 

Scott snorted. "That's the price of trying to be funny." 

Looking at Clyde's body, Stiles asked. "What are we going to do with him? We can't just leave him here." 

Scott smiled mischievously. "Oh, that's easy. Let me show you my new ability." 

Scott stepped closer to Clyde's lifeless body, raised his hand, and released a burst of fire, incinerating the corpse until nothing but ash remained. 

Stiles gawked. "You... you have a fire ability? That's not fair! That disgusting horse guy had no special powers at all!" 

Scott grinned. "Maybe you inherited his explosive diarrhea ability." 

Stiles glared at him. "That's not an ability, that's a liability!" 

Scott grinned mischievously. "You'll be able to disgust your enemies to death." 

"Stop scaring me!" Stiles exclaimed as he hurried to his backpack. He threw it at Scott and said. "Open a bottle and pour it into my mouth. My hands are filthy." 

Scott laughed. "I was just messing with you, man." 

"Just do it! And you better hope I didn't get his disgusting weakness, because if I did, you'll be the first I 'disgust' to death." 

Shaking his head, Scott opened a bottle of water and poured it into Stiles' mouth. After a moment, Stiles sighed in relief. "Whew! Nothing happened. I was scared to death!" 

Scott chuckled. "Let's get out of here. This place stinks." 

"Wait." Stiles said. "Before we head to the cars, I need to clean myself. Let's find a stream." 

They soon found a stream, and Stiles said. "Let me shift into my full werewolf form first." 

Stiles began to shift, brown fur sprouting all over his body. His muscles grew, and his frame became taller, ripping through his clothes. His eyes glowed red as his transformation completed. Now standing at 2.3 meters tall, Stiles was a massive, brown werewolf with a wolf-like head and a tail. 

"Cool." Stiles said in a deep, gruff voice. "I feel so strong." 

He cleaned himself in the stream, then grabbed his phone and keys from his ruined clothes. Turning to Scott, he said. "Burn those for me, will you?" 

Scott nodded, burning the clothes and shoes before they walked back to the cars. 

When they arrived, Malia was the first to speak. She glared at Stiles, who was still in his werewolf form. "Dork, I'm going to kill you for what you made me smell." 

Stiles raised his clawed hands defensively. "I'm really sorry about that. I thought he'd lose his strength or something." 

Malia snorted. "I'll deal with you later." 

"What can I do to make it up to you?" Stiles asked nervously. 

Malia thought for a moment before replying. "Let me drive your car." 

Stiles immediately shook his head. "No, no, no. Just go ahead and kill me!" 

Scott ignored their banter and approached Allison and her parents, who were standing near the bodies of Gerard and Kate. Scott felt no remorse for Kate and Gerard's death, but he glanced at Chris and asked. "Are you going to bury them?" 

Chris shook his head. "No. Just use your fire and burn their bodies." 

"Are you sure?" Scott asked. 

Chris nodded. "Yes." 

Scott ignited the fire in his hand, walked over to the bodies, and turned to Chris. "Do you want to say anything before I do this?" 

Chris shook his head. "No." 

Scott looked at Allison, who silently shook her head as well. With that, Scott burned the bodies, reducing them to ash. 

Then, Scott said. "Let's go back home." 

Everyone got into their cars and drove to Scott's house. 

Once they arrived, they all gathered in the living room, discussing their battles and the events of the day. However, Allison eventually stood up and said. "I'm tired. I need to rest." 

She headed upstairs to Scott's room. 

Noticing her sadness, Scott followed her, and he hugged her and said softly. "It's okay, Allison. You can cry if you want." 

At his words, Allison broke down, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed uncontrollably. 

Downstairs, her cries reached the others, and concern spread among the group, especially Chris. 

After a while, Allison's tears subsided. She pulled away from Scott and, in an unexpected move, shoved him hard against the wall. Scott looked at her in confusion, but before he could speak, Allison stepped closer, wrapped her arms around him, and kissed him passionately. 

"I want to feel something else." She whispered. 

Scott hesitated. "Your parents are downstairs." 

"I don't care." Allison replied. She pushed him against the wall again, and their intense emotions quickly escalated into a passionate lovemaking session. 

Meanwhile, downstairs, the pack couldn't help but overhear the commotion. Melissa and Victoria exchanged awkward coughs. 

Erica broke the silence, standing up abruptly. "I think I should head home." 

Isaac stood as well. "I'll make sure she gets home safely." 

Boyd stood up too. "I'm leaving." Grabbing Stiles, who had a perverted grin on his face, Boyd added. "And you should go home too, Stiles." 

Lydia stood and stretched. "Goodnight, everyone." She left without another word. 

After the room cleared out, only Chris, Malia, Victoria, and Melissa remained. 

Chris, hearing loud banging from upstairs, furrowed his brow. "What's going on up there? Are Scott and Allison fighting?" 

Malia smirked. "No, they're having sex." 

Chris shot to his feet, his face a mix of fury and panic. "What?! Damn it, Scott! I'm going to kill you!" 

Before he could storm upstairs, Victoria calmly intercepted him. She hoisted him over her shoulder like he weighed nothing. 

"Let's go home, Chris." She said firmly. 

Chris flailed helplessly. "No! Not my little girl! Let go of me, Victoria!" 

Ignoring his protests, Victoria turned to Malia. "Come on, Malia. Let's go." 

Malia shrugged, standing up and following them out. 

After they left, Melissa sighed heavily, shaking her head. "I think I'll spend the night at a hotel." 

With that, she grabbed her keys, left the house, and drove off in search of some peace and quiet. 

To be continued...