Teen Wolf: Alpha Reborn

Cassandra moved deeper into the woods until she was certain they were far enough away from Scott's pack. And no one would interfere in her fight with Scott. 

She stopped, turned to face Scott, and licked her lips. Her glowing red eyes gleamed with hunger as she gave him a predatory smile. "I think this is far enough. What do you think, sweetheart?" 

Scott scanned their surroundings, his own crimson eyes blazing. "You've picked a good place to die. That's what I think." 

Cassandra's grin widened as her claws elongated. "Enough foreplay." She said darkly. "Let's fight. I can't wait to feast on your liver." 

Without warning, Cassandra melted into her own shadow and vanished. 

Scott immediately tensed, his senses sharpening. His glowing eyes darted around, searching for her. Then he felt it, a faint pulse of danger from behind him. Reacting instantly, he sidestepped, and Cassandra reappeared where he had been standing, her claws aiming for his back. 

Cassandra's eyes flickered with surprise as Scott avoided her attack, but she recovered quickly. Before she could retreat, Scott retaliated with a powerful kick aimed at her midsection. 

In response, she unleashed her own kick with lightning speed. Their attacks clashed with a loud thud, sending both of them sliding back.

Cassandra steadied herself, her expression serious. "You're stron..." 

Before she could finish, Scott was already on the move. Using his incredible speed, he closed the distance in an instant, aiming a punch straight at her face. 

Cassandra ducked under his fist at the last moment and countered with a punch of her own. Scott tilted his head, narrowly dodging it, and drove his knee toward her stomach. But, Cassandra blocked it with her elbow. 

The fight grew intense. 

Scott's strength and speed were undeniable, and Cassandra could feel it in every blow he delivered. Yet, she was no amateur. Her years of fighting allowed her to weave through his attacks with skill, countering with precision. 

Scott lunged at her again, his claws slashing through the air. Cassandra twisted her body, avoiding the attack by a hair's breadth, and lashed out with a spinning kick that forced Scott to block with his forearm. The impact stung, but he didn't flinch. 

She melted into her shadow again, vanishing into the darkness. 

Scott smirked, his instincts flaring. He didn't bother looking around. Instead, he felt the danger, a whisper of malice coming from his right. He spun just in time, blocking her clawed strike with his arm and countering with a punch aimed at her ribs. 

Cassandra sidestepped. Then, she delivered a flurry of strikes, her fists and claws a blur, forcing Scott onto the defensive. Yet, despite her skill, Scott's raw power kept her at bay. 

They traded blow after blow, the sound of their fight echoing through the woods. 

Scott growled in frustration as yet another punch missed its mark. 'She's good at fighting. Damn good.' 

Cassandra, grinned. "What's the matter, sweetheart? Can't keep up?" 

Scott smirked back. "Oh, I'm just getting started." 

Their fight resumed with renewed ferocity. Though Cassandra was slightly weaker than Scott, her fighting experience and shadowy teleportation made her a formidable opponent. But Scott had one advantage she didn't anticipate, his ability to sense danger. 

Each time she teleported, Scott could predict where she'd strike. It didn't make hitting her easier, but it kept him one step ahead, frustrating her at every turn. 

After fighting for a while, Scott and Cassandra stepped back from each other. 

Scott thought to himself, 'Good thing I got that danger-sense ability from that Arachne. Without it, her teleportation would've been a nightmare. But this fight has shown me one thing, I need to learn some martial arts. This woman might not be as strong as me, but she can keep up with me because she knows how to fight.' 

Before Scott could make his next move, Cassandra began to shift. Her transformation was grotesque and terrifying. When she was done, she looked like a werewolf with a wolf-like head, but her skin was bare, devoid of fur. Her pointed ears twitched, her long fangs gleamed, and her crimson eyes glowed with malice. Standing at two meters tall, her slender yet muscular body radiated danger. Her grey skin shimmered under the moonlight, and her claws were longer and sharper than before. 

She fixed her glowing eyes on Scott and disappeared into her shadow once again. 

This time, when she reappeared, Scott sensed the danger but couldn't fully avoid her attack. Her claws tore into his lower back, leaving a deep, bloody wound. Scott turned swiftly, aiming a kick at her, but to his shock, she didn't budge. Her new form had made her stronger, and she easily resisted his attack. 

Cassandra lunged at Scott, her claws reaching for him. But Scott jumped back, flipping midair, and began shifting into his full werewolf form. By the time he landed on his feet, his transformation was complete. 

Now standing taller, his body was covered in thick fur, and his glowing red eyes burned with untamed power. His claws were massive, and his presence was overwhelming. The wound on his back healed in moments as if it had never existed. 

Cassandra froze for a brief moment, realizing she was in trouble. The beast standing before her was far beyond her expectations. But greed and hunger clouded her judgment, and she pushed her fear aside. She melted into her shadow again, teleporting behind Scott to stab him with her sharp claws. 

Scott's heightened senses in his full werewolf form were unmatched. The moment she appeared behind him, he turned with lightning speed, grabbing her arm mid-strike. Without hesitation, he drove his massive clawed hand into her gut, creating a deep, gushing wound. 

Cassandra gasped in pain and turned into a shadow once more, disappearing from his grasp. She reappeared a few meters away, coughing up blood. But her supernatural healing began working immediately, and the wound started closing. 

Scott laughed, his voice deep and guttural. "This has been fun, but I think it's time to end this." 

Cassandra's confidence wavered. She knew she couldn't defeat him now. 'I'll run, devour more creatures, and come back stronger. Then, I'll kill him.' She thought. Turning into a shadow, she tried to flee. 

Scott closed his eyes, focusing. He felt her presence 50 meters away, running in the opposite direction. His lips curled into a feral grin. "Not this time. You're not running away again." 

Then Scott shifted from his towering werewolf form into his massive wolf form. His movements became a blur as he tore through the forest, chasing Cassandra with relentless determination. 

Cassandra, sensing him closing in, teleported again, this time only 20 meters away in a different direction. But Scott sensed her new location and adjusted his path. When he closed the gap to just ten meters, she teleported again, this time only managing to move ten meters. Scott relentlessly pursued her, closing the distance with each teleportation until she could no longer teleport at all. 

Scott lunged at her, his jaws clamping down on her thigh. The force knocked her to the ground, and she screamed in pain. Scott placed his massive paw on her back, holding her down, before ripping her leg clean off and tossing it aside. 

Before she could recover, Scott shifted back into his werewolf form, towering over her. With brutal efficiency, he broke her spine with a crushing blow, then shattered both her arms, leaving her utterly defenseless. 

Cassandra reverted to her human form, her body battered and broken. Despite her condition, she looked up at Scott, a faint smile on her bloodied lips. There was no anger or hatred in her eyes, just an eerie calm. "It seems my time has come, huh?" 

Scott shifted back into his human form, his piercing gaze locking onto hers. "You don't seem too worried about dying." He said, curious. 

Cassandra chuckled weakly, her voice raspy. "I knew this day would come eventually." She paused, coughing up more blood, then continued. "You've probably guessed my teleportation ability has limits. I can only teleport 50 meters at most. But if I teleport that far, I need five minutes to recover. If I don't wait, I can only manage shorter distances, 20 meters, then 10 meters. After that, my ability goes into a cooldown period for 15 minutes." 

Scott crossed his arms, his expression cold but thoughtful. "I see. But you were teleporting a lot during our fight." 

Cassandra gave a faint smile. "That's different. Shorter distances let me teleport three times each minute." 

Scott nodded. "Good to know." 

Cassandra looked at Scott, her crimson eyes dimming with an eerie calm. "I was once like you, kid." She said, her voice low but steady. 

Scott raised a brow, curiosity laced with caution. "What do you mean?" 

She gave a bitter smile. "Originally, I was just a normal werewolf. I lived in a small town in Italy as its guardian. I had a husband, a sweet little boy… I was happy." Her voice faltered, the weight of her memories pressing down. "Go ahead, read my memories. Maybe you'll learn something from them." 

Scott watched her for a moment, gauging her sincerity.

Cassandra sat up, her spine already healed. Turning her back to him, she let out a sigh, seemingly indifferent to the pain of her missing leg. 

Scott said nothing. He stepped forward and inserted his claws into the back of her neck, diving into her memories. 

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Scott found himself in a picturesque village surrounded by lush green hills. He could feel the warmth of the sun and the sound of laughter from children playing in the streets. Among them was Cassandra, smiling as she embraced her husband and lifted her giggling son into her arms. 

The memories shifted to nights of vigilance. Cassandra and her pack patrolled the territory, protecting the townsfolk from supernatural threats. Her husband stood by her side, a strong and capable werewolf. Her son, just ten years old, showed early signs of becoming like them, fearless and loyal. 

But then, a wave of dread washed over Scott as the scene changed. Cassandra was patrolling alone one night when she felt a searing pain in her chest. Panic gripped her as she rushed back to the village. The sight that greeted her was a nightmare. 

Her entire pack lay slaughtered, their bodies torn apart, hearts missing. Among them were her husband and son, their lifeless forms drenched in blood. Cassandra collapsed to her knees, her anguished cries echoing into the night. 

She knew who had done it, a vampire. The scent was unmistakable. Fueled by rage and heartbreak, she hunted the creature, finally finding him lurking in a forest. Their battle was vicious, but she was no match for him. The vampire impaled her with his arm, leaving her for dead before fleeing to heal his own wounds. 

Broken but alive, Cassandra crawled back to her home. She buried her family and pack with trembling hands, grief consuming her. Desperation led her to recall an ancient legend, the Vrykolakas. 

Driven by vengeance, she turned on the very people she had once sworn to protect. She slaughtered the entire town, both humans and supernaturals, devouring their livers and spleens to complete the horrific transformation. 

Now a Vrykolakas, she hunted relentlessly, finally tracking down the vampire and killing him. Devouring his liver granted her the power to teleport through shadows, but her revenge came at a cost, an insatiable hunger for human livers. 

From then on, she became a creature of pure instinct, her humanity eroded. Cassandra roamed, hunting and devouring, drawn to Beacon Hills by the Nemeton tree, three months ago. And she sought Scott's liver not out of hatred, but because his strength tempted her hunger. 

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Scott withdrew his claws, his face unreadable. He stared at Cassandra, who sat quietly, her back still to him. 

"I don't know what to say. " Scott finally admitted. "On one hand, I feel sorry for the Cassandra who lost everything. She was a good person, and what happened to her was tragic. But on the other hand, I hate what you've become. You've caused so much death and destruction." 

Cassandra turned to face him, a faint smile on her lips. "So, are you feeling sorry for me now? Thinking of sparing my life?" 

Scott snorted, his red eyes flashing. "No, bitch. I feel sorry for the Cassandra who's long dead. That part of you died a long time ago, didn't it?" 

She nodded. "Yes. She died with her family and pack. Now, kid, end this. Send me to my husband and son." 

Scott's lips curled into a smirk. "Alright, but first, I'm taking your powers." 

Without hesitation, Scott plunged his claws into her chest. Cassandra didn't resist. She simply smiled, her expression serene, as he absorbed her abilities. 

When he was done, she lay back on the ground, her strength fading fast. With her last ounce of energy, she lifted a trembling hand to his cheek. "Remember, boy. Always protect your loved ones first. If you lose them… you might become something worse than me." 

Scott chuckled dryly. "Alright, can you stop being nice? You're making this harder than it needs to be." 

Cassandra smiled one last time before closing her eyes and drifted into unconsciousness.

Scott stared at her for a moment, then he snapped her neck with a swift motion and drove a wooden stake through her heart. He sighed. "Better safe than sorry." 

As he stood over her lifeless body, Scott muttered. "Rest in peace, Cassandra."