Teen Wolf: Alpha Reborn
Chapter 162: Attack on the Clinic

Chapter 162: Chapter 162: Attack on the Clinic

The morning after the celebration, the ranch was quieter than usual. The warmth of the previous night still lingered in the smiles exchanged over breakfast, but it was a school day. Scott, Stiles, Lydia, Allison, and the others headed to school.

Meanwhile, Melissa rode with Deaton to the animal clinic. The early shift was uneventful—cleaning, feeding, prepping vaccines—but two pairs of eyes watched from a distance.

Inside an unmarked car parked down the street, two members of the Colectores team from Aeternum Biotechnologies watched through binoculars and camera feeds, reporting back to their handlers.

"She’s finally there." One of them murmured, tapping his comm. "Melissa McCall and the Druid. Alone."

Miles away, inside Aeternum’s sleek control hub, Morrigan and Gwyn listened in.

"Maintain surveillance." Gwyn replied coldly. "We strike tonight."

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Evening arrived in a wash of golden light. The animal clinic was calm, peaceful. Melissa and Deaton remained inside, finishing up the day’s work.

Liam Dunbar walked in, his mom’s scruffy terrier, Max, tugging anxiously on his leash. The dog’s nose twitched at the lingering smell of blood and antiseptic in the air.

"Hey, Ms. McCall." Liam greeted. "Is Doc here? I brought Max in for his distemper shot."

Melissa looked up and recognized him. He’d brought Max in a few times for checkups. She smiled warmly. "Hey, Liam. Alan’s in the back."

Deaton emerged from the exam room, drying his hands on a towel. "Liam. Max. Good to see you."

He knelt to greet the dog, offering a treat. Max’s ears perked up, and his tail began wagging like a propeller as he gobbled it down.

Deaton lifted Max onto the table. "Hold him steady, Liam. I’ll prep the shot."

The moment Max heard the word shot, he tensed up and started to squirm.

Melissa chuckled and gave the dog a gentle pat. "Relax, buddy. You won’t even feel it."

Max, of course, disagreed. He barked furiously when Deaton approached with the syringe, but Liam and Melissa’s calm voices soothed him long enough for the injection to go through.

Once the drama passed, they stood chatting—mostly about Max. As Deaton finished examining the dog, Liam glanced over at Melissa.

"Hey, uh... is Scott McCall your brother?"

Melissa blinked, then grinned. "No, he’s my son. Do you know him?"

Liam looked surprised. "Whoa, really? You look... way too young to be his mom. I mean—not that you’re old or anything! I just—uh—we’re not friends or anything, but he’s the lacrosse captain. I just joined the team. He and his friends are really good at lacrosse."

Melissa raised an eyebrow, amused. "Is that so? Funny thing—he and his friends don’t even like playing."

Liam laughed. "Yeah, I noticed. They barely come to practice, and Coach is always yelling about it. He’s kind of terrifying, but it’s hilarious when Scott and his friends show up. Especially that guy they call Stiles—he drives Coach absolutely insane."

Melissa rolled her eyes fondly. "That idiot could piss off a saint. It’s his special talent."

As they chatted, a black van pulled quietly into the alley behind the clinic.

Inside the vehicle, Morrigan and Gwyn stood over two reinforced cages.

Frank-03 hunched in the shadows of his crate, a hulking monster of patchworked skin and muscle. His glowing red eyes scanned the van’s interior like a caged predator.

Next to him, Frank-02 stood restlessly, his venomous scorpion tail swaying behind him.

Gwyn unlocked both cages. The heavy restraints clanked to the floor as the creatures stirred.

"Go." He commanded. "Take the clinic. Kill anyone who resists."

Morrigan watched them slink into the night, their hulking forms merging with the darkness.

"What if they kill the woman?" She asked.

Gwyn didn’t look away. "I’ll use the kanima venom in their collars to stop them before they can kill her. We need her alive... at least until we deal with her son."

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After saying goodbye to Melissa and Deaton, Liam stepped outside, leash in hand, with Max trotting beside him. But as they took only a few steps from the clinic, Max stopped abruptly and began to growl.

"What’s wrong, bud?" Liam asked, reaching down to calm him.

Max barked and, to Liam’s shock, sank his teeth into his hand—just hard enough to draw blood—then yanked free and bolted back to the clinic.

"Max?!" Liam shouted, holding his stinging hand. He was about to follow Max when he heard something growling. He turned—and saw them.

Two monstrous figures emerged from the alley’s shadows, their grotesque forms limned in the dim streetlight. Frank-02’s tail rose with a sinister hiss, while Frank-03 unleashed a low, guttural growl.

Liam didn’t look at them twice.

He spun and sprinted for the clinic doors—but Frank-02 was faster. His huge scorpion tail lashed forward. Liam barely ducked, but the stinger sliced through his hoodie and scratching his ribs.

He fell hard, gasping.

Then the poison hit.

A searing, corrosive pain tore through his side. Liam screamed, clutching his ribs as the venom spread like fire through his bloodstream.

The clinic doors slammed open.

Max rushed inside to save his life, barking furiously.

Melissa stepped out, her eyes glowing a brilliant, terrifying red. Deaton was already at Liam’s side, assessing the injury with calm urgency.

Melissa didn’t look back.

"Alan." She said calmly. "He’s poisoned. Take care of him. I’ll handle them."

Deaton nodded without hesitation. He knew what Melissa was capable of.

He lifted Liam gently and rushed him inside.

"W-What are those things?" Liam gasped through gritted teeth.

Deaton glanced at the door, then at Liam. "I’ll explain later. Right now, you need to breathe. The poison is strong—I need to see if I can save your life."

Liam’s panic flared. "Am I going to die?"

His body convulsed with another scream as the venom surged. Deaton, grim-faced, pulled out a syringe and injected him with an anesthetic.

Liam slumped into unconsciousness.

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Outside the Clinic

Frank-02 struck first, his tail lashing toward Melissa’s chest, but she caught it mid-strike with one hand. With her knee, she struck his gut, forcing him to bend forward. Then, as he doubled over, she slammed the back of his head, sending him crashing to the ground face-first. Then, planted her foot on his back and grabbed the base of the tail and yanked—ripping it free from his back in a single, savage motion.

Frank-02 howled in agony, blood gushing from the torn wound.

Frank-03 charged next, slashing at her neck with his claws, but Melissa was too fast. She ducked and delivered a powerful punch to his chest, sending his massive body flying into the alley wall. He collapsed to the ground, blood spilling from his mouth, and struggled to rise—but couldn’t.

Frank-02, despite the wound, pushed himself to his feet. Blood poured from his back, but pain didn’t seem to matter. He attacked Melissa in a rage. She seized his arm, twisted it behind his back, and grabbed the back of his head, slamming his face into the pavement—once, twice—on the third strike, the concrete cratered beneath his skull and his body went limp.

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Inside the distant van, Morrigan cursed. "Shit! She’s too strong. Those two monsters don’t stand a chance against her."

Gwyn clenched his jaw and turned to the four armed Colectores who had arrived with them. "You four—join the two already watching the clinic. Capture the Druid. We’ll use him as leverage."

The six Colectores moved silently and began sneaking toward the clinic.

As soon as the six men were far enough away, Gwyn looked at Morrigan grimly. "We need to leave—now. While those two freaks and those six idiots buy us some time... if that woman finds us, we’re dead."

Morrigan didn’t hesitate. "Yes, I think so too, and we should probably leave Beacon Hills. We just offended something we shouldn’t have. That woman is terrifyingly strong, and while I don’t know how powerful her son is, he’s likely even stronger. After all, he is her Alpha."

"Let’s go back and tell Elias and Vivian. Let’s just hope they aren’t stupid enough to stay in this town." Gwyn muttered, then drove the van back to Aeternum Biotechnologies.

---

Outside the clinic, Melissa dragged Frank-02’s limp body toward the doors when a guttural roar echoed behind her.

Frank-03 had managed to rise, his wounds healed. But his mind was gone—lost to a berserker rage.

Melissa turned just as he lunged.

This time, she didn’t hold back.

She caught both his arms mid-strike and snapped them like twigs. The beast screamed—not in pain, but rage. She shattered his leg with a brutal stomp, and he dropped to one knee.

Then came the finishing blow—a thunderous punch to the side of his head. A sickening crack echoed as his jaw shattered and his skull fractured. Frank-03 collapsed, unconscious and barely alive.

Melissa turned, sensing movement.

Six armed men were slipping quietly into the clinic.

She warned Deaton telepathically. Deaton couldn’t fight—he was still stabilizing Liam—but he did the next best thing: he reached out to Scott telepathically, calling for help.

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Inside the clinic, just as the six armed men entered, they stopped in their tracks.

A portal of swirling shadows opened before them. Scott stepped out calmly, flanked by Allison, Lydia, and Stiles.

"Lydia." Scott said.

Before the intruders could move, Lydia vanished in a blur of speed, and with her venomous talons, she slashed the six people one by one, paralyzing them before they could even react.

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Meanwhile, in the van speeding away from the scene, Morrigan watched the live feed from the six collectors’ body cams on her tablet. Her expression darkened. "Shit. They’ve been captured."

"Terminate them." Gwyn said without hesitation. "Don’t let the McCall pack learn anything."

Morrigan didn’t hesitate. She tapped the screen, activating the kill switches in the six men’s heads.

---

Back inside the clinic, Stiles approached the fallen men, his fingers trailing with a thin thread of darkness. From the shadows in his palm, six fireflies emerged, ready to possess the men.

But before they could reach the targets, the six men began to convulse.

One by one, blood poured from their noses, then their eyes.

Then they went still.

Stiles blinked. "Shit. They’re dead."

Scott said. "Lydia, please try to see if you can feel anything."

Lydia closed her eyes and focused, but felt nothing. She opened her eyes and looked at Scott, shaking her head.

Allison stepped beside her and gently touched her shoulder. "Come on. Maybe you’ll pick something up from the ones Melissa fought outside."

Lydia nodded, then she and Allison stepped outside, their eyes falling on the broken, monstrous bodies Melissa had dragged to the doorstep.

"What are they?" Allison asked. "Why haven’t they shifted back to their human forms?"

Melissa, now calmer, shook her head. "I don’t know. I tried to read their minds, but... there’s nothing but chaos. Someone did something to them—experiments, I think. They lost their minds completely."

Lydia crouched beside Frank-02 and gently touched his head.

Her eyes widened.

She stood abruptly. "When I touched him, I connected to something... or someone else like them."

Stiles stepped out of the clinic, followed by Scott.

"What do you mean?" Stiles asked.

"There was a voice." Lydia said quietly. "Someone... pleading."

"Pleading?" Allison asked. "You mean—someone asked you to save them?"

Lydia shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "No. They said... ’Please kill me.’"

Scott said. "Can you find where the voice came from?"

"I think so."

"Then go." He said. "If we find that voice... we might find the Benefactor. But don’t engage. Just locate it. Then come back."

Lydia nodded. She took a deep breath, then dark wings unfurling from her back, she launched into the air, vanishing into the night sky.

Scott turned to Melissa. "Are you okay, Mom?"

Melissa smiled and said. "I’m fine. They were too weak for me—and by the way, they’re both Alphas. Their eyes were glowing red."

Scott replied. "That’s a good thing, I guess."

He reached out telepathically. [Aiden. Dad. Come to the clinic. It’s time for both of you to become Alphas.]

Then, he and Stiles dragged the unconscious bodies of Frank-02 and Frank-03 inside the clinic.

Scott looked over at Liam, still unconscious, and thought grimly. ’So, Liam was dragged into this after all, huh? Let’s see if he can be healed first without giving him the bite. Then, we’ll figure out what to do from there.’

Melissa said. "Alan, how’s Liam doing?"

Deaton sighed, concern etched on his face. "I can heal wounds, but I can’t neutralize poisons. And this isn’t ordinary venom. It’s manticore poison."

Stiles tensed. "Is he going to die?"

"I don’t know." Deaton admitted. "I can try to create an antidote, but synthesizing one could take time—time he may not have."

Melissa looked at Scott, her voice trembling. "He’s a good kid. He’s been to the clinic a few times... said he admired you and Stiles. Please—don’t let him die."

Scott sighed. "Doc." He said. "Wake him up, I need to talk to him first."

To be continued... 😊