Teen Wolf: Frankenstein

[POV: Scott]

I woke up startled, with a blade just inches from my face.

"Scott, you must be alert even while sleeping, unless you set up barriers in your house. Luckily, I already did. But that doesn't change the fact that from today until your training is over, you must stay alert at all times—even when you're on the throne (bathroom)," Frank said with a serious look.

"Alright, I get it, but next time, at least warn me that the training is going to be like this," I said, sweating profusely from the scare.

"No. If I warn you, it won't be a surprise. By the way, drink this and get ready—we're going to pick up Stiles for training," Frank said, handing me a shot of some strange liquid. I hesitated for a moment before drinking it, but his insistent gaze made me do it. The moment the liquid went down my throat, it started burning, and soon my stomach felt like it was on fire.

"What… what did you give me?" I asked, writhing in pain.

"Wolfbane. From today on, you'll drink small amounts to build up a tolerance," Frank said before grabbing my hand and pulling out a nail.

I tried to scream, but he covered my mouth with his hand, stopping me. "Don't scream. This is also part of your training. This way, you'll build a tolerance to pain. Let your powers kick in—force them to act, to heal you faster. I'll be waiting downstairs in four minutes," he said before vanishing into thin air.

"Damn it… I think I hate this," I muttered. My nail healed before I even realized it. I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and put on workout clothes before heading out.

"One minute late, Scott," Frank said, appearing behind me. "As punishment, you'll spend the entire day under an illusion spell. Every time your concentration slips, it will make you angry to the point of transforming. I'll be watching, of course, but if you transform, there will be more punishments," Frank told me.

I realized something—Frank as a teacher was brutal. Either that or he was too confident that I'd heal quickly because I was a werewolf. Hopefully, Stiles has it easier.

[POV: Stiles]

I arrived at the veterinary clinic as we had agreed the night before. Scott and Mr. Stain were already there.

"You're late," Mr. Stain said, taking a vial out of his pocket. "Drink this—it's diluted hydra venom. Of course, in small doses, it won't kill you, but you'll feel like your entire body is burning for the whole day."

"I'm not drinking th—"

Mr. Stain interrupted me. "You will. This is your punishment for making me wait two minutes," he said, pointing to a pocket watch. "When we train, I will be your worst nightmare. You'll wish you were dead rather than continue my training, but it will make you strong… Now, decide. Do you want to continue, or do you want to quit now without seeing how strong you can become?"

"Fine, damn it, give me that stupid bottle," I said, snatching it from his hands and drinking it in one gulp. "Shit… this hurts way more than I thought."

"Of course it does, Stiles—it's hydra venom. They say just touching your skin is enough to melt it, according to myths," Scott said, looking at me with concern.

"Relax, kids. That venom was diluted. It just hurts like hell—it won't kill you," Mr. Stain reassured us.

After that, he teleported us to the forest, and Mr. Stain started training with Scott. But this time, instead of practicing control like yesterday, it was different—they were meditating.

"Scott, calm your breathing, forget all your worries, and empty your mind. Picture yourself in a lake. Now, tell me what you see," Mr. Stain said.

"I see a wolf beside me," Scott said in a quiet voice.

"Now, Scott, that wolf is a part of you. Try to see through the wolf's eyes. Once you can see, try to feel through the wolf's body," Mr. Stain instructed.

"I can't… The wolf won't let me. It says I only want to enslave it, to use its power without letting it feel the air on its face when it runs or the night breeze under the full moon," Scott said before opening his eyes. "The wolf threw me out—how can it kick me out of my own consciousness?"

"It's simple, Scott. You have to accept your wild side, not repress it. You have to understand that it's part of you. Even though it's a cliché, think of it like yin and yang—there must be a little control in wildness and a little wildness in control," Mr. Stain explained.

"Is this normal for all werewolves?" I asked.

"No, only for a few. Just like only some vampires have special abilities—whether it's controlling fire or lightning—some werewolves have distinctive traits. Some can create shadow clones, others can transform into giant two-meter-tall wolves, and the rarest ones have a hybrid form. An example of this is La Bête du Gévaudan. It was a special werewolf—it had a hybrid form," Mr. Stain said.

"Alright, that's enough training for today. I'll take you back to the veterinary clinic. You know the drill—hold my hands," Mr. Stain said.

[POV: Scott]

Training was over, and we returned home. But the strange thing was that Frank let me drive his car. He sat in the back, watching me through the rearview mirror from time to time. After a few minutes, we arrived home.

"Scott, keep the car—it's yours now," he said.

"I… I don't think that's a good idea. It looks really expensive," I said.

"Kid, it's not just expensive—it's completely armored. Even the tires are reinforced. Now, take it. From today on, it's yours. My other cars will arrive in a few days," Frank said.

"By the way, Frank, yesterday you said that sorcerers who implant parts of supernatural creatures can't have children. Which one are you? Did you implant parts, or did you take the potion?" I asked. That question had been on my mind all night.

"I implanted a heart and other organs to gain power," Frank admitted.

"But you told my mom you wanted to give her kids, and if you implanted parts, you can't have children," I said.

"Relax, I'm working on that. There's a saying in magic: to gain something, you must give something of equal value. If I give up part of my stomach, a lung, and a kidney, according to my theories, it should be possible to have children again," Frank said with a confident smile.

"NO! You're insane—you would die! I don't want my mom to suffer after seeing her so happy," I argued.

"Not exactly. I wouldn't die—at worst, I'd weaken, but my body would heal quickly. Sure, for the first few days, I'd lose some of my magic, but in a few months, I'd recover," Frank said confidently.

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Well, you see, in this fanfic all the alphas can transform into wolves, but they are 1.80 meters tall on average, that's why the special ones are 2/3 meters tall.