Summary: It takes him awhile to get his pack back together. He gets Malia back in three hours, Liam in two weeks and Lydia in three. Kira comes back a month later. It takes so much longer to get Stiles back.

A/N: So the summer finale of Teen Wolf screwed me up so bad. I cannot wait for Scott to get his pack back and kick Theo and the Dread Doctors out of Beacon Hills. And so, while we wait, this is how we deal. Enjoy the fic guys! This will be a five chapter fic :)

"You done being a dick alpha yet?"

He looks up and gives her a sad smile, nodding his head as he beckons her into his room. She regards him with a frown on her face as he struggles to sit up, his chest hurting with every breath he takes. He's still weak from almost dying earlier, but he can feel his wounds healing, albeit at a slower pace than usual.

"I'm sorry," he says and he hears Malia sigh before she plots herself next to him. Silence emerges between them, not at all comfortable yet not at all awkward. It's always been that way between them.

"Stiles was right, wasn't he?" she asks and Scott does not have to ask her what Stiles was right about. "We shouldn't have trusted Theo."

He does not answer. He cannot. Ever since Theo revealed himself, he's been thinking of a thousand ways he needed to make things right with his best friend. Stiles had warned him and Scott had chosen the evil bastard over his best friend. That was something he knew he would never forgive himself for.

"I'm sorry," he repeats again.

"I don't want your apology, Scott," she scoffs and stands up, wringing her hands. He sighs and closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Then what do you want, Malia?" he asks tiredly. He hears her heartbeat increasing and he is not surprised when he sees her glaring at him. She was angry, and she had every right to be. Her alpha had let her down for so long. "Because that's all I have right now."

"I want you tell me that everything is going to be okay. That we're going to stop the Dread Doctors and Theo, and that people are going to stop dying," she growls at him, her eyes glowing.

He just stares back at her blankly, lost. He can't tell her what she wants to hear. Warm tears gather in his eyes as he thinks of Hayden, the innocent girl who died just hours earlier and then of Liam, who could not be by his dying lover's side because he had been so consumed with rage against Scott. He thinks of Kira who left town and then of Stiles, who he had cast aside. He had let it get that far, and it was entirely his fault.

He looks at Malia then. She is glaring at him, jaw locked. Her arms are crossed and she looks ready for a fight with him. He's about to tell her that he has nothing left to offer, that he is no longer alpha material when he recognizes the emotions behind her eyes.

It is fear. One that has been present since the Dread Doctors appeared and has been with her since, but has also now consumed her.

"What happened?" he asks and when she furrows her eyebrows in confusion, he says, "You're scared of something. What happened?"

She rolls her eyes, "The Dread Doctors are killing chimeras. Theo is an evil son of a bitch. This pack is disintegrating. I'm not scared, Scott. I am pissed."

He stands, using all the strength he can muster and almost sighs in relief when he does not stumble. He looks at the werecoyote straight in the eye, and tells her, "The Dread Doctors have been here for a while. There's something else that's scaring you. What is it?"

"That the alpha talking?" she grinds out and Scott folds his arm, mimicking her stance.

"You tell me."

She assesses him for a moment, and he struggles not to fidget. After a moment, her shoulders slump and there are tears in her eyes when she takes her seat on his bed again. She doesn't look at him though. The werecoyote just stares at the wall behind him, a distant look in her on her face.

"Malia?"

"The Desert Wolf is looking for me," her voice shakes and Scott knows she's trying to hold her tears in. "Braeden came back to warn me that she's looking for me. She's going to kill me, Scott. And this time, she is going to make sure that she succeeds."

His breath hitches and he feels his heart race at the thought of the Desert Wolf in Beacon Hills. He had read the stories, and he had listened to Stiles go on about the creature after they had found out Malia's link to her. How the hell were they supposed to deal with the Desert Wolf?

And suddenly, he feels angry. He feels his heart race as his blood boils and he resists the urge to roar. Because seriously, what the actual fuck? They were just teenagers, dammit. They were not supposed to be worrying about homicidal doctors or maniacal wolves or Theo motherfucking Raeken.

They were supposed to be in school, worried about senior year and about college. They were supposed to be worrying about the rest of their lives after high school, not just till high school.

And he and his friends were going to.

Because fuck the Dread Doctors, fuck Theo and fuck the Desert Wolf. They were not taking that away from his pack.

And suddenly, he understands why Malia came to him.

"Because you're their leader. And even when the leader thinks there's nothing left to give, there's still one thing. Hope. Give them hope."

His mother's words echo and he understands her too. He still does not know why he's a true alpha, nor does he know if his pack will accept him again. But he has had enough of failing as an alpha, of not being there for them when they needed him. If any of them thought they needed him, then he was going to be there for them.

"She's not going to," he says softly, and yet Malia looks at him as though he had screamed it at her. He thinks of what he needs to say, trying to find a way to let her know where he stood so that she would not panic. Instead, he opts for the truth.

"Look, I can't promise you that there won't be any other deaths. If anything, we've learnt that the hard way. But I will promise you that I will do everything I can to stop them. And as for your mother," his eyes glow red and Malia's eyes widen in surprise, "If she wants to kill you, she's going to have to get through me."

She smiles wryly at him, and though there is still fear in her, something else shines through. Hope.

"Looks like you're done being a shitty alpha," she grins cheekily at him and Scott feels himself reluctantly smiling. "You know it's going to be harder convincing the rest of the pack right?"

He knows she's right. It will take a while but he would gain them back, even if it was the last thing he did.

"I'm done being the shitty alpha."

A/N: Let me know what you guys think in the review section! Till the next chapter my peeps!