The McCall pack was just that a pack. They knew they could trust each other completely and absolutely even if at times it hadn't always been so clear. Aiden and Ethan for example had once been enemies. Enemies that had helped kill Erica and Boyd both of whom had also been enemies in the past. Suffice it to say enemies had, at times, become friends' even reluctant allies.
All of them had gone through some pretty freaky and downright crappy moments but they had gone through them together. No one had been left behind even if at times it had felt like it. That was why Melissa McCall was so proud of her son. He had not asked for this hand in life but despite that he did what he could to deal. He did more than deal. He did what he had to do to protect lives, sacrificed so much for that single purpose that he gave more of himself than anyone she had seen, except perhaps Stiles Stilinski.
That was why when his pack came back home with injuries both physical and mental all she did was sigh and look for ways to help. She treated their injuries as best she could before their own bodies started to heal itself, and when she found that they needed a mother figure in their lives she was right there with open arms. She loved her sons but she couldn't deny the happiness that overtook her when she came home to a full and lively house. After all those lonely years with only Scott, Stiles, and occasionally Sheriff Stilinski as company it was nice to know that so many more people cared about her and her boys.
Yes, Stiles was her son as surely as Scott was. She had once said that family was more than blood. It was love and a mixture of blood with its fair bit of frustrating moments but that was how she knew they were family. And she knew that all of them were family. After all anyone who took that much care of her boys deserved good families. Even if they already had one.
Now, Melissa McCall knew that her son was a good friend and an even better son who sometimes forgot that just because she was human it didn't mean she was defenseless. She had proved that more than once. That was why when her son told her that Derek thought he was something called a true Alpha she had not even questioned it. For that reason alone she had accepted that her son was not only responsible for himself but also for fourteen other people, she included. She worried about him of course but she knew that he knew that if he ever needed help all he ever needed to do was ask.
She was proud of her son and the family that he has chosen to surround himself with. Even if Alisson couldn't really be considered family considering the past that she had with her son. Friend was a much more correct word for what she was to him, especially now that Scott had Kira. Kira, another person who her son was responsible for. Someone who could more than take care of herself perhaps even better than a werewolf would be able to. Someone who grounded her son and loved him with all she had. Someone that helped her son and didn't think his best friend was a hyperactive idiot even if he acted like that at times.
All of the people who followed Scott even in times of danger were proof that her son was more than a good leader. They proved that her son was a great leader and friend. One that always knew what his pack needed and did his best to provide.
Melissa McCall was so proud of her son. Proud of the people he led and proud that he never let that get to his head.