Melissa stood under the glow of the full moon, letting the primal force deep within her surge to the surface. Her golden eyes lit up like fireflies in the dark night as her claws extended and fangs sharpened. She flexed her fingers, staring at her claws with a mix of awe and trepidation.
"This feels amazing," she said, her voice deeper, more resonant. Her eyes turned to Scott, filled with wonder. "But I feel like there's more… something just waiting to come out."
Scott gave her a reassuring smile. "Don't hold back, Mom. Tap into that feeling. Let it all out."
Taking a deep breath, Melissa surrendered to the primal instincts coursing through her veins. She felt her bones shift and reform, her body growing larger and more powerful. Her skin tingled as coarse fur began to sprout, but then she realized it wasn't the typical werewolf transformation. Instead, she fell forward on all fours, her body reshaping entirely into a massive wolf the size of a tiger. Her fur was a beautiful shade of gray, shimmering in the moonlight.
Scott stared, wide-eyed, a mixture of pride and amazement on his face. Then, as if something clicked within him, he felt a surge of strength and a deep connection with his mom, one he'd never experienced before, like their very beings were intertwined.
Melissa in her wolf form spoke, her voice deep yet melodious. "Scott, I can feel it... a connection between us. It's like we're two pieces of the same whole. It's magical."
"I can feel it too." Scott said as he stepped closer, his hand brushing through her fur as she rubbed her large head against him affectionately. "You look gorgeous, by the way."
Melissa laughed, and said. "Take a picture! I want to see."
Scott pulled out his phone, snapping a photo. When Melissa saw herself, her wolfish grin widened. "I do look gorgeous, don't I?" A mischievous glint appeared in her glowing eyes. "Can we go for a run? I want to see what this body can do."
"Say no more."
Scott stepped behind his car, quickly shedding his clothes and shifting into his own wolf form. The transition was seamless, his black fur glistening and his red eyes burning with intensity.
"Let's go," he said, his deep growl laced with excitement.
They raced through the forest, their massive forms blending into the shadows, their movements fluid and graceful. The trees blurred past them as their supernatural speed made the world around them seem slow. They jumped over fallen logs and leaped across streams, the night offering no hindrance to their vision.
For Melissa, the experience was exhilarating. "I feel so alive!" she said, her laughter echoing in the forest.
After what felt like hours of running, they returned to the car. Scott stopped in his tracks, tilting his head back and letting out a powerful howl that echoed through Beacon Hills. It was a declaration, a warning to all supernatural beings that this was his territory. Melissa joined him, her howl harmonizing with his, equally powerful and commanding.
At Derek's loft, the sound of the howls reached Peter Hale, who froze mid-sentence. He shivered slightly. "That's the kid… but who's with him?"
Derek smiled and teased Peter. "He's letting everyone know he's the owner of this territory. Peter, as an Alpha yourself, aren't you going to howl back and let him know he's not the only Alpha in town?"
Peter scoffed but made no move to respond. "I'm not challenging him. Last time, I barely looked at his girlfriend, and he nearly killed me. I'm not suicidal."
In another part of Beacon Hills, a mysterious woman with jet-black hair stood in the shadows, a smirk forming on her lips as she listened to the howls. Without a word, she disappeared into the night.
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Meanwhile, Dr. Eric Müller sat in his office at the hospital, unease prickling at the back of his neck. Melissa hadn't come to work, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
"What if someone found out?" he muttered to himself. "No, impossible. I covered my tracks."
But the howls from the forest made him pause. He clenched his jaw, muttering curses under his breath. "Stupid mutts… always thinking they own everything. I'll deal with Melissa tonight, just to be sure."
He left the hospital, driving toward his home. The road was empty, the night eerily quiet. But as he approached the edge of the forest, a flash of movement caught his eye.
A massive gray wolf, larger than any he'd ever seen, stood at the edge of the trees, watching him. Eric's hands tightened on the steering wheel. "A werewolf... but not like any I've seen before."
He sped up, but another figure appeared ahead. This one was even more terrifying—a hulking black beast with glowing red eyes and an aura of menace. It grinned at him, its sharp teeth gleaming in the moonlight.
Eric slammed the gas pedal, hoping to plow through, but the beast dodged effortlessly, slamming into the side of the car with enough force to send it flipping into the woods.
Scott communicated with Melissa telepathically and said, [Mom, go back to my car and wait for me. I'll beat him up and bring him to you.]
Melissa's voice echoed in his mind, [Scott, how can I hear you in my head?]
Scott replied calmly, [It's one of our abilities—telepathy. Now go and let me deal with him.]
Melissa protested, [But Scott, it's dangerous! I want to help.]
Scott's tone was firm yet reassuring. [It's okay, Mom. I can handle him, trust me. Besides, you've just become a werewolf today. I can't let you fight something like a vampire.]
Melissa sighed but relented, [Fine, be careful then.]
As the car skidded to a halt, Eric emerged unscathed, his vampiric healing keeping him intact.
Eric looked at the towering beast with anger and hatred and sneered, "Why are you attacking me, you stupid mutt?"
Scott in his full werewolf form let out a deep chuckle, his glowing red eyes boring into the vampire. "You attacked someone you should never have, bloodsucker."
Eric wasn't scared—yet. He knew he couldn't win, but he thought, 'If I want to run, this mutt could never stop me.' Smiling smugly, he said, "Who are you even talking about? I've killed a lot of people. Women, mostly. So, which one are you avenging?"
Then, as if he pieced it together, Eric's smirk widened. "Oh, is it the nurse I killed yesterday? What was her name… Jennifer? But, you can't possibly know about her yet. I stuffed her in the morgue. No… wait. I see now—it's that bitch Melissa, isn't it? Damn it, I should've killed her when she found me in the blood bank yesterday."
Scott's face didn't shift in anger, only darkened with deadly calm. "Well, bloodsucker, you just earned yourself a painful death."
Eric forced a confident smile and said, "I have to admit, you're strong, mutt. But if you think you can catch me, you're dreaming."
With that, Eric turned into a blur and bolted. But to his shock, Scott kept pace with him, his massive form easily matching the vampire's speed.
"You were saying?" Scott growled before delivering a punch that sent Eric crashing into a tree, splitting it in half.
Eric groaned, his arm bent at an unnatural angle, but it quickly began to heal. He realized escape wasn't an option, so he decided to fight. With a feral snarl, he lunged at Scott.
Their speed was almost the same, but Eric's strength was no match for Scott's. He couldn't penetrate Scott's defense at all, while every punch and slash from Scott left Eric severely injured. Eventually, Eric couldn't keep up—his movements slowed, and his healing powers faltered. With a decisive blow, Scott threw him to the ground.
Eric's broken body lay limp. Without a word, Scott stepped closer, breaking all four of Eric's limbs and his spine with calculated precision. Then, as if Eric weighed nothing, Scott lifted him like a ragdoll and carried him back to his Camaro, where Melissa, now in human form, was waiting.
"Scott, are you okay?" she asked, concern etched on her face.
Scott grinned. "Told you I could handle it."
He dropped Eric at her feet. "Take his powers, Mom."
Melissa hesitated, her hands trembling. "Scott… are you sure? This feels... wrong."
Scott's expression darkened. "He confessed to killing a nurse named Jennifer yesterday. Said he enjoys killing women. Don't feel sorry for him."
Eric smirked despite his injuries. "Melissa… It was really you bitch. I should've killed you yesterday."
Melissa's hesitation evaporated. With a fierce growl, she punched Eric in the face. "That's for biting me."
Her claws extended as she plunged them into his abdomen. "And this is for calling me a bitch."
"Focus," Scott instructed. "Think about taking his powers. Feel it in your heart."
Melissa closed her eyes, concentrating. She felt a warm, electric sensation traveling through her claws and into her body. Power surged within her, filling her to the brim. Her golden eyes shifted to a vibrant red, signaling her transformation into an Alpha.
She gasped, pulling her claws free. "I can't take any more. I feel… full."
Scott could feel that he had grown stronger again because Melissa had become an alpha. He also noticed his speed had been boosted slightly, confirming that she had taken the vampire's speed. "You did great, Mom. You even boosted me a little."
Melissa wiped her hands and glanced down at Eric, now shriveled and frail, looking like a man over a hundred years old.
When Scott looked at her, he was utterly shocked. "Mom… you're going to love this."
"What?"
"I don't know if I should call you mom or sister now. You look like you're 24."
Melissa's eyes widened. "Are you serious?"
Scott nodded, and Melissa's excitement bubbled over. She kicked Eric's shriveled form. "Thanks, scumbag!"
Then, as if a thought struck her, she asked, "If I take more, can I look 18?"
Scott laughed. "Don't be greedy, Mom. You said you're full."
She pouted. "Fine."
Scott crouched down, his claws glowing faintly as he placed them against Eric's neck. "Let's see what secrets you're hiding."
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