Teen Wolf: Alpha Reborn
Chapter 164: Assault on Aeternum

Chapter 164: Chapter 164: Assault on Aeternum

Lydia and Scott landed in front of the Aeternum Biotechnologies building. Scott immediately opened a shadow portal behind them, connecting back to the ranch.

Inside the building, Vivian and her group watched with tension as members of Scott’s pack began stepping out of the portal one after another.

Morrigan glanced at Vivian and said urgently. "Ma’am, we need to hurry. Tell Sara to activate the mountain ash barrier."

Vivian pulled out her phone and called Sara, who was on the fifth floor with her crazy team of scientists. Upon hearing the order, Sara rushed out, muttering under her breath, and went to activate the barrier.

Elias turned to Gwyn. "Call your pack here. And have the Collectors guard the front entrance. Make sure they’re armed with wolfsbane and poison-tipped bullets."

Vivian said. "Sara’s already on it. The barrier should buy us time."

Gwyn frowned as he looked at Deaton and said. "Shit, they brought a druid. He can break The barrier."

Vivian cursed under her breath. "Damn it. Then maybe we should call the police. If we’re lucky, the McCall pack won’t want to expose themselves in front of human authorities and might back off."

Morrigan raised an eyebrow. "Ma’am, do you remember we put the sheriff and his son on the Deadpool? They’re both in the McCall pack."

Gwyn added dryly. "And the sheriff is already here, but definitely not to help us."

Elias muttered. "Damn it. If it comes down to it, we’ll release Frank-01. He may not be able to kill the McCall pack, but at the very least, he can stall them long enough for us to escape."

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Outside, all of Scott’s pack had arrived, gathering in front of the building. They watched as a woman stepped outside the glass doors and threw down a line of mountain ash.

Deaton said. "That’s Sara—the Darach. Looks like she just activated a mountain ash barrier."

Stiles chuckled. "Poor bastards. I can’t wait to see their faces when we walk through it like it’s not even there."

Scott smiled. "Alright, guys. Let’s not keep them waiting. And try not to destroy our building."

Peter raised an eyebrow. "Our building?"

Scott nodded. "Yeah. I like this place. From tonight on, it’s ours. We can start a company or something."

Then he looked at Deaton. "Hey Doc, maybe you should call your siren friend again. She could help us transfer ownership, and help us with the Benefactor’s money too."

Melissa groaned. "Ugh, I don’t like that woman. She’s a bitch. Alan, if you ever meet with her, let me know. I’m coming with you."

Deaton replied calmly. "Don’t worry, Melissa. Her charm ability doesn’t work on me."

"I don’t care." Melissa snapped. "I still want to be there. Understood?"

"Yes, ma’am." Deaton said with a small smile.

Scott shook his head, amused. "Let’s go."

As the group began walking toward the building, they noticed thirty armed men in tactical gear waiting inside, just past the glass doors—rifles ready.

Boyd narrowed his eyes. "They’re probably planning to wait until we get close, then open fire. They think we’ll be stopped by the barrier."

Stiles cracked his knuckles. "Probably. So, who’s coming with me to handle them?"

Isaac, Aiden, and Boyd all said at once. "Me."

Peter stepped forward. "Me too." He looked to Scott. "Should we kill them or knock them out?"

Scott shrugged. "I don’t really care. Kill them if you want. Just... don’t make it too bloody."

Peter smirked, stepping beside the others. "Boys, let me show you how it’s done."

Before anyone could respond, Peter used his full speed and became a blur, rushing toward the thirty armed guards.

One of the guards noticed the approaching blur and grinned. "Guys, watch how I’ll blow his head off."

He opened the glass doors and stepped right up to the edge of the mountain ash line. Raising his rifle, he aimed it carefully, counting on the barrier to stop Peter—and give him the perfect shot.

But how wrong he was.

Peter passed through the mountain ash barrier like it wasn’t even there. He reached the man in an instant, grabbed him by the throat, and snapped his neck with a sickening crack. Then he turned to the others and flashed a cruel, wicked smile.

The rest of the armed men froze in shock. The barrier hadn’t worked.

"Open fire!" One of them finally shouted. "Shoot him!"

But it was already too late.

Peter blurred into their ranks, tearing through them like a force of nature. He punched, broke necks, and ripped them apart, laughing internally at how easy it was. The blood didn’t matter—he could clean that later. What mattered now was payback. Revenge for what they did to him when they stole his money. So he let go—completely. No restraint. He ripped out hearts, tore off heads, and let the beast inside him have fun.

Stiles, Isaac, Boyd, and Aiden joined him seconds later. Together, they made quick work of the thirty men. The guards never stood a chance.

Watching from outside, Kira grimaced. "That’s... too bloody. Peter’s brutal."

Derek sighed. "That’s Peter. He’s an old-fashioned kind of wolf."

Cora crossed her arms. "Scott told him not to make it bloody. I think I should beat his ass again."

Melissa looked at Scott. "Are you sure we should keep someone like him in the pack?"

Scott shrugged. "As long as he doesn’t hurt innocent people, he’s one of us. He can do whatever he wants to the ones who try to kill us. And don’t feel bad for those guys—every single one of them came here to hunt us. They got what they deserved."

Deaton pointed toward the side of the lobby. "Scott—Sara’s trying to sneak away. She’s heading for the elevator. You should catch her and read her memories."

Scott nodded. His body turned to shadow and vanished, reappearing inside the building beside Sara, just as she was scanning her eye to access the elevator to the sixth floor.

She jumped in surprise when she saw him and backed away. But Scott grabbed her by the back of the neck and sank his claws in, delving into her memories. After a few seconds, he twisted her neck and let her body drop. Then he calmly walked over to where Peter and the others were.

"Peter." Scott said flatly. "I told you not to make it too bloody."

Peter raised his hands. "Sorry, I just..."

Scott cut him off. "Just clean up the mess you made."

Melissa and the rest of the pack entered the lobby. Derek wrinkled his nose. "Seriously, Peter? It smells like a slaughterhouse in here, some of them even shit their pants."

Peter protested. "It wasn’t just me! Stiles and..."

"Whoa, whoa." Stiles cut in quickly. "We only broke necks. We didn’t cut anyone in half or rip their heads off."

Chris cleared his throat. "Scott, what did you find in Sara’s memories?"

Scott replied. "These dead guys were called the Colectores. They’re Aeternum’s elite tracking and assassination team—trained to Track, capture, and kill supernatural targets. They’re also in charge of this building’s security. But that’s not all—there’s a pack of ten shapeshifters here too. Two of them are Alphas."

Victoria asked. "Werewolves?"

Scott shook his head. "No. They’re something called the Cŵn Annwn. Dog-like shapeshifters with white fur and red ears. Anyone heard of them?"

Deaton nodded. "They’re supernatural hunting hounds. They specialize in tracking and eliminating supernatural beings. And like the Kanima, they need a master to command them. I’d guess the Benefactor is their master."

Cora frowned. "What about their powers, Doc?"

"They have all the typical traits of shapeshifters." Deaton explained. "But they also possess two unique abilities: invisibility and intangibility."

Malia tilted her head. "What’s intangibility?"

"The ability to phase through solid matter." Deaton said.

Malia was still confused, so Stiles chimed in. "Basically—they can walk through walls."

Malia nodded. "I see."

Scott said. "So—who wants those powers? Though honestly, invisibility isn’t much use against shapeshifters. We can still hear and smell you. But intangibility? That could be really useful."

Cora raised her hand. "Me. I don’t have any cool powers yet. I just have that useless human compulsion ability."

Scott said. "Okay, Cora—you can take one of the betas’ powers. Kira and Parrish should absorb the powers from the two Alphas and become Alphas themselves. As for the remaining seven betas, the rest of you can decide who can get their powers."

Stiles looked at him. "You don’t want any of those powers?"

Scott shook his head. "I already have teleportation and camouflage. These powers wouldn’t add much for me. Besides, I’m more interested in something else—a creature they’ve made and locked in the basement."

After a quick discussion, it was decided: Victoria, Malia, Derek, Noah, Isaac, Aiden, and Rafael would absorb the powers of the seven remaining betas.

Scott continued. "Alright. The sixth floor is where the Cŵn Annwn and their masters are. The lower floors—first, second, and third—are operated like a normal pharmaceutical company. None of the employees there know the truth, and luckily, they’ve already left for the day."

He glanced around and added. "The fourth floor has the server room—and several glass-walled cells holding supernatural captives. Stiles, Lydia, Erica, Boyd—you guys head there. Shut down the servers to end the Deadpool, and help anyone being held. There are ten captives. Six of them are from Satomi’s pack."

Allison groaned. "Again?"

Scott nodded, frustration on his face. "Yeah, They caught six betas from satomi’s pack. Five are students, and the sixth is the fat guy we saved from the shadow foxes a few days ago."

Peter muttered. "Maybe we should just kill them."

Everyone turned and glared at him. Peter shrugged. "I’m just saying. If they can’t protect themselves, maybe a quick death is better than ending up as someone’s experiment."

"Shut up, Peter." Scott snapped. "We’re not killing anyone. Just get them out and tell them to go back to Satomi. As for the other four, that Darach woman didn’t know what they are yet. So, make sure they’re not dangerous before letting them go."

Scott turned to the others. "Mom, Allison, Chris, and Deaton—you head to the fifth floor. That’s where the Darach’s lab is. Handle whatever twisted science team she left behind. Just a heads up... it’s a freak show in there."

Allison raised an eyebrow. "What kind of freak show are we talking about?"

Scott answered grimly. "Organs. Brains. All kinds of supernatural body parts. They don’t just experiment on the supernatural—they also sell harvested parts to fund their company."

Melissa muttered. "Creepy bastards."

Scott nodded. "Alright. Let’s move. We’ll need to take the stairs—they probably disabled the elevators."

Peter raised a hand. "What about me?"

"You stay here." Scott said. "If anyone tries to escape using the elevator, stop them."

Peter nodded silently. Scott then dragged Sara’s lifeless body to the stairwell door.

Stiles made a face. "What do you need her for?"

Scott replied. "We need her eye and fingerprint to unlock the stairwell."

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Meanwhile, on the sixth floor

Elias, Vivian, Morrigan, Gwyn, and the rest of their pack watched live surveillance footage from the ground floor—some of the monitors still functional after Meredith’s last scream.

They froze when they saw Peter pass through the mountain ash like it wasn’t even there—then watched in horror as he massacred the Colectores team. They saw Scott teleport beside Sara and kill her, then drag her body toward the stairwell.

Panic spread as they realized the pack was coming.

Vivian turned to Elias. "What should we do?"

Elias replied calmly. "We go to the basement. Wait until they reach the sixth floor. Then release the yellow wolfsbane fog through the ventilation system. It’ll kill them all."

Vivian’s eyes lit up. "Good idea! I completely forgot about the wolfsbane fog. We might not just survive—we could capture them and study them. Let’s go now—before that freak McCall teleports in here and kills us all."

Morrigan asked. "What about Meredith, ma’am?"

Vivian waved her off. "Leave her. We don’t need her anymore."

With that, Elias, Vivian, and the Cŵn Annwn pack entered the elevator that led to the basement and went down. Once they arrived, they exited and shut down the elevator.

From the basement, they pulled up live camera feeds on their tablets and watched Scott and his pack begin their ascent up the stairs to the sixth floor.

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Back on Scott’s side

After Stiles and his group headed to the fourth floor, and Melissa’s team moved to the fifth, Scott and the rest of his group—Kira, Parrish, Cora, Victoria, Malia, Derek, Noah, Isaac, Aiden, and Rafael—reached the sixth floor.

The whole sixth floor was a spacious, high-tech office blended with a research lab, it was eerily quiet. No sign of Elias, Vivian, or the Cŵn Annwn pack.

Only one person was there—Meredith, lying unconscious on the floor in the corner of the office.

Aiden sniffed the air, following a trail of scent to a hidden panel along the wall. He placed his hand against it and said. "I’m guessing they went through here."

Scott nodded. "There’s an elevator hidden behind that panel—it leads to the basement."

Suddenly, a faint hiss echoed through the air vents.

Within seconds, a thick yellow fog began flooding the sixth floor.

But Scott and the others didn’t flinch. The fog surrounded them, curling around their feet and rising into the air—but it had no effect on them.

Victoria looked around and scoffed. "So this was their plan? Not bad... but unfortunately for them, yellow wolfsbane doesn’t work on us."

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Meanwhile, in the basement

Elias, Vivian, and the Cŵn Annwn pack stared at their tablet screens, watching the yellow fog consume the sixth floor.

They sighed in collective relief, believing their plan had finally worked.

After ten minutes passed, Vivian glanced at Elias. "That should be enough. They’re probably all dead by now. And if we’re lucky, the True Alpha may still be breathing."

Elias nodded and tapped his tablet. The fog system deactivated, and the yellow mist began dissipating from the sixth floor.

But what they saw next sent a bolt of panic through the room.

Scott and his pack were standing exactly where they had been—completely unharmed.

And Scott was staring directly into the security camera.

A slow smirk crept onto his face—cold and dangerous, the kind of smile that made every hair on their bodies stand on end.

Elias took a step back. Vivian’s tablet slipped slightly in her trembling hands. "This doesn’t make sense. Why do they look fine? Why aren’t they poisoned by the yellow wolfsbane? What kind of monsters did we provoke?"

To be continued... 😊