Teen Wolf: Alpha Reborn

Chapter 158: Chapter 158: Bounty Hunters and Barbecue

Somewhere in Beacon Hills – A Bar

It was the middle of the day, so the bar was nearly empty. In a shadowy corner, four figures sat across from Morrigan.

With a calm expression, Morrigan crossed her legs and sipped her drink before speaking. "Bring me the True Alpha alive, and there’s an extra five million in it for you."

The woman leading the group smiled coldly. "We’ll have him in chains by tonight."

The swordsman beside her rested a hand on his weapon. "Just have the thirty-five million ready."

The remaining two were twin brothers. Their eyes gleamed bright blue. One of them said. "You should prepare more money..."

The other finished his sentence. "...because we’re going to catch more than just the True Alpha."

Morrigan placed her glass down, paid for their drinks, and stood up. "Catch as many of his pack as you can. We’ll pay for them too—and we pay extra for the live ones."

She handed them a folded piece of paper. "This is their address. They live on a ranch near the Beacon Hills Preserve. But I advise you not to attack them there. The whole pack will be present, and I don’t think you can handle all of them at once."

The woman took the paper and grinned. "That’s exactly what we want—all of them in the same place."

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At the Ranch...

The air was rich with the scent of grilled ribs, charred corn, and slightly burnt marshmallows. The sun dipped low behind the hills, casting an amber glow over the ranch. Laughter echoed across the open fields as Boyd flipped burgers. Scott stood by the grill, tongs in hand, smiling as he chatted with Stiles.

Then the laughter stopped.

The pack went still, all eyes turning toward the treeline. Four figures emerged from the woods.

Leading the group was a tall woman in a dark coat, her violet-glowing eyes flickering with malice. Beside her, a lean man gripped a sword shimmering with silver-blue energy. Flanking them were two big figures.

Stiles blinked at the group. "Who are these idiots? Are they cosplaying? They look like two tanks, a mage, and a swordsman from an RPG."

The swordsman sliced through the ranch fence, and the group advanced toward the pack.

Scott narrowed his eyes. "The two big guys are shapeshifters. I don’t know what the other two are."

Deaton observed them calmly. "The woman is a witch. I’ve met her kind before."

Agisa, standing beside Noah, added. "The man with the sword—he’s a type of hunter, like a druid. They channel natural energy through their blades to enhance their attacks. I fought alongside hunters like him against Victor... two hundred years ago."

As the attackers approached, the witch raised her hand and muttered something in Latin. A wave of psychic energy rippled toward the pack... but when it hit them, it was like a soft breeze. The pack just blinked.

"What was that supposed to do?" Kira asked, puzzled.

The witch’s eyes widened in confusion. "Why isn’t my mind control spell working on any of them?!"

Derek frowned. "Mind control spell? Lucky Braeden isn’t here."

Suddenly, five drones buzzed into the air, rising above the trees beyond the ranch and hovering in place.

Scott’s smile vanished. "Chris, Victoria—you two have guns?"

Chris nodded. "I always have my guns."

"Then take those drones out before the fight starts." Scott said. "I don’t want whoever’s watching through them to get any information."

Chris vanished in a blur of motion. The four intruders instinctively tensed, thinking he was about to attack—but he didn’t even glance at them. Instead, he sped into the woods.

Moments later, five quick gunshots rang out.

Each drone exploded and dropped from the sky.

Chris reappeared, carrying a scorched but mostly intact drone. He dropped it in front of the group.

"Too bad there’s no markings." He said, dusting off his hands. "No way to trace it back to whoever sent them."

The swordsman noticed the pack casually talking and ignoring them. His expression twisted with anger.

"Are you looking down on us?" He snarled.

The witch, alarmed, tried to stop him. "Wait, Jude—don’t atta...!"

But the swordsman didn’t wait.

His blade flared to life with crackling, silver-blue energy as he dashed forward. He slashed across Boyd’s upper arm in a clean arc. Flesh split open—then instantly healed.

Jude staggered back, eyes wide. "What?! That should’ve taken your arm clean off!"

Boyd growled, eyes glowing red. "That hurt."

He moved fast—too fast. His hand clamped around the swordsman’s throat.

"Now it’s my turn."

With a vicious thrust, Boyd drove his claws into the swordsman’s gut, attempting to absorb his power—but nothing happened.

Then, without hesitation, Boyd snapped the swordsman’s neck in one brutal twist.

Stiles strolled up, hands in his pockets. "Did you get that sword-coating trick?"

Boyd let the corpse drop. "Nah. Like Agisa said—he didn’t have powers of his own. It was all borrowed."

The witch’s face drained of color. "That bitch didn’t tell us they were monsters! That guy who destroyed the drones is too fast—he could kill me before I finish a spell. And Jude’s sword can cut shapeshifters in half... but he could barely scratch that kid?"

She cast a spell in panic. A thick cloud of dark smoke surrounded Scott’s pack.

"Run for your lives!" She screamed to the remaining two.

The three of them turned and fled into the woods.

Scott stayed calm. "Deaton, deal with the witch."

Malia grinned. "Scott, let me fight."

Allison stepped forward too. "Me too."

As the witch and her two remaining allies sprinted away, one of Scott’s shadow portals opened in front of them—blocking their path.

Allison, Malia, and Deaton stepped out.

The two big guys shifted mid-motion. Spotted fur erupted across their skin, their claws and fangs grew, and their eyes glowed blue—they were wereleopards.

Malia met one like a hurricane—claws flashing, fists flying. Bones cracked. Flesh tore. She left her opponent a bloodied, barely breathing mess.

The other one lunged at Allison, hoping to grab her and use her to escape. But the moment his hands touched her, his skin began to freeze. He screamed and stumbled back, but it was too late, his arms now frozen solid up to the shoulders.

A chilling mist flowed from Allison’s mouth as she appeared behind him. She placed a hand on his back.

Frost spread rapidly over his lower back and legs. He froze in place, screaming in agony.

Without hesitation, both Allison and Malia plunged their claws into the backs of the wereleopards’ necks—absorbing their powers while reading their memories.

Meanwhile, Deaton calmly circled the witch as she hurled fireballs at him.

He raised his hand, summoning vines from the earth to form a twisting, thorny shield. The fireballs exploded harmlessly against the plants.

Then, with a subtle gesture, Deaton used telekinesis to lift a few small stones into the air. With a flick of his fingers, they shot forward, striking the witch in the chest and shoulder—just enough to disorient her.

He dropped a handful of seeds to the ground.

Then white-thorned vines erupted from the earth, surging up with supernatural speed. They wrapped around the witch’s arms and legs, piercing her robes—and her skin. She let out one scream before her limbs went limp, paralyzed.

Deaton stepped closer and placed a hand gently on her forehead.

"Let’s see what you’re hiding."

He closed his eyes—and absorbed her powers, digging into her memories at the same time.

When he was done, he knelt and picked up a bag she was carrying.

Inside were two books—one bound in black leather with arcane symbols, the other green and labeled in Latin.

"Spells and potions." He muttered.

The rest of the pack approached.

Stiles squinted at the fallen witch. "Hey, Doc. Did you get anything cool from her?"

Deaton nodded. "I believe I got her spellcasting ability. But I still need to learn the individual spells first."

Stiles perked up. "Cool. So if I absorbed a witch’s powers, could I cast spells too?"

Deaton shook his head. "I doubt it. I can cast spells because I’m already a mage. Besides, you already have fire control—and honestly, that’s better. Spells require incantations. If your mouth is sealed or you can’t speak, you’re helpless. That’s something I learned from her memories."

Stiles looked disappointed. "Man... that’s too bad."

Scott turned to Allison. "Did you get anything about the Benefactor?"

Allison shook her head. "No. They were hired by a woman, but they don’t know anything about her—not even her name. I think she might be the alpha shapeshifter who took Meredith from Eichen House... and the same one who stole Peter’s money."

Peter stepped forward. "Let me confirm that."

He drove his claws into the back of the still-conscious witch’s neck, reading her memories. Then, with a quick twist, he snapped her neck and let the body drop.

"Yes." Peter confirmed. "The woman who hired them is the same one who stole my money."

Allison added. "By the way, she offered them an extra five million if they brought you in alive, True Alpha. And they’d get bonuses for any of your pack captured alive."

Scott clenched his fists. "Now I’m angry. They’re sending assassins to our home. I should’ve compelled the ones we caught in the Hale vault—or had Stiles use his flies to control them instead of trying to read their memories."

Stiles sighed. "Yeah, we should’ve thought of that. We could’ve used them to lead us to that woman."

He looked around at the assassins’ bodies. "Too bad they’re all dead, we could’ve used them too. Hey, Doc, can you cast a location spell now? Maybe we can still track her."

Deaton opened the book he had taken from the witch. "Maybe. If there’s a location spell in here, it’ll likely require the blood of the person we want to find."

Lydia spoke up. "You could call your sister—ask if they still have Meredith’s blood at Eichen House."

Deaton nodded. "Good idea. I’ll call her now."

While Deaton stepped aside to talk to Morrell, the pack returned to their barbecue. Scott and Stiles quietly gathered the assassins’ bodies, burned them, and then rejoined the group.

A few minutes later, Deaton returned. "Unfortunately, Eichen House doesn’t have any blood samples from Meredith on file."

Melissa offered a supportive smile. "We’ll find them eventually—and when we do, we’ll make them pay. Now, let’s enjoy the rest of our evening."

Scott nodded. "Mom’s right. We’re not letting them ruin our night."

He turned to the group. "Let’s eat, guys."

With that, the pack resumed their barbecue, the tension easing as laughter slowly returned to the evening.

To be continued...