A/N: Lowkey am only back with this because I found it in drafts and decided to publish it for y'all. It's a different style than the rest of the story so I'm pretty sure I wrote most of it recently versus like two maybe three years ago. I still can't believe how kind of big this story got with views and votes. I reread it and I'm just like.. bruh these are so short. Wtf. Oh my god I posted my depression, what?! type of stuff lol. Ah the joys of going through a rough patch in life. Anyways if you did bother to read this instead of skipping to the not bold writing like I usually do. Thanks and without further ado the hidden part of a chapter that never got finished but had some story. And NO I will not be finishing said chapter or the story. I got over my twilight faze a long time ago and can't stand writing, reading, or watching the stuff. Even if I add Stiles into it. 

     Stiles nodded. "They're newborns and will be stronger than all of you. If only there was someone who could help against newborns......" He muttered suspiciously and grinned, looking straight at Jasper while wiggling his eyebrows. The dirty blonde rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

   "Yes. I wonder." He said dryly and rose an eyebrow at his old friend. Honestly, the hybrid was much too immature and sarcastic sometimes but alas that's what made him who he was. Jasper wouldn't change Stiles for the world. 

Rosalie huffed at their actions and rolled her eyes as well. " If you were the God of War and he was there too then you both should help train us. Idiots. Quit being sarcastic." She muttered haughtily and crossed her arms over her chest dramatically. Stiles' s jaw dropped in a comic fashion and he gasped.

 "Me.. being sarcastic? Why I never?!" He exclaimed and grasped at where his heart was.

 Jacob laughed and wrapped his arms around his newfound mate's waist, "You are the most sarcastic person I've ever met and I've only known you for like a day. Don't deny your sarcasticness."

    "....... you're supposed to take my side not hers, schnookums. I feel very attacked right now

    "You're fine old man," Edward muttered and rolled his eyes. 

    "Oiy, you're old too and remember who won our little fight earlier," Stiles pointed out. After all he had won their spat about age. "And technically...  I'm younger than you.. physically anyway. I think? What are you 19? 20?"
                                                                                                                                                                                                            "17, dipshit."

    "Well, you aged terribly when you were human."
                                                                                                                                                                                                            "Shut up." 

   "Shut up." Stiles mocked in a high voice.
                                                                                                                                                                                                           "Why you little-" 

   "Enough!" Esme exclaimed while shaking her head in exasperation. "Your bickering is terrible. You both need to focus right now. We are wasting time! Again!"

     Edward became guilty-looking and shrunk into the couch. Bella was important. The training was important. Arguing like an old married couple was not important. Stiles looked sheepish at the momming and stopped his bickering as well.  He sat up straight and looked apologetically at the human in the room. Bella smiled reassuringly at the old hybrid, assuring him that it was fine.                                                                     

      "..... well, since all of you are done being weird. Stiles, come on, I'm introducing you to the pack before we train." Jacob stood up after pushing the hybrid over onto the couch. He held a hand out for him and Stiles took it, smiling brightly.                            

     "Does this mean I'm meeting the parents?"                                                         

   The wolf-boy chuckled. "Yes, and you'll be meeting my alpha."                     

     "I changed my mind I want to sit back down and be vampire-ie....." Stiles said paling slightly at the thought of meeting the younger's parents and his alpha at the same time. Then he made an extremely confused face. "I thought Blacks were always the alpha of the pack?"              

       He shifted uncomfortably with the question and dragged the brunette out of the vampire household, "I'll tell you on the way."                                     

          "Okay....." He muttered back, following him. Stiles was very curious but understood not wanting to talk about in front of people who weren't wolves.    

         They made it out of the house and walked past Jacob's bike to the edge of the woods. Jake turned to look at him and grinned before shifting. He was beautiful. Stiles was in awe at the auburn wolf in front of him before grinning himself and tearing his clothes off and shifting into his own wolf. The white contrasting against the dark greens of the forest as he picked them up in his mouth.                                                                      
I didn't want to be alpha and Sam was already in charge before I first shifted                   
Why didn't you just tell me that inside?Stiles tilted his big head curiously and brushed his side against the other's flank.

Because bloodsuckers are annoying...... race you! Jacob took off into the forest.
  
     Stiles stood in shock before taking off after him. It was freeing being able to run like this away from everything that had happened. He felt calm. He felt at peace. The big white wolf nipped playfully at the cheeky bugger. Jacob knew Stiles wouldn't actually know where the house was so this 'race' was totally rigged. The elder calmly kept up pace with him though, laughing mentally along with him and playing the game cat and mouse. 

     Eventually they made it to the pack house and Jacob finally realized that he ruined his clothes earlier. It was funny because he also finally realized that Stiles didn't tell him and that caused Jake to tackle him playfully. 

     There were some new voices that started to pop up in Stiles mind as he let go of his clothes and play fighted with his mate. He didn't even realize what was happening until suddenly he was thrown away from Jacob and pinned to the ground by a black wolf.

What the hell?! Get off me! Stiles was growling and squirming trying to bite at the slightly larger wolf that's teeth were a little too close for comfort to the white one's neck. One strong bite to Stiles throat could kill him even with his added durability. 

   Jacob was laying on the ground his paws still in the air and twisted a little side ways in shock at what just happened. When he seemed to have processed it the big auburn wolf jumped to his feet and abruptly shoved the black one out of the way, away from his mate, and stood in front of Stiles growling protectiviely at any and all that came close. Voices started to filter through his mind.

New pack member!

He hurt Jake!

Jake's protecting him idiots.

White wolf.......

The legend oh my gosh guys guys guys the legend the legend!!!!!

Shut. Up.

..........you people are very loud.

You got that right.

((You guys get to guess who said what....))

      The black wolf stood up tall and started to growl angrily at Jacob, so he's the alpha Stiles thought and growled lightly to himself when it made Jake shrink down a little. The giant white wolf, now over his shock, stood up from the ground and shook out his fur. He brushed his shoulder against his mate's in reassurance that he was okay and sat on his haunches, looking calmly at the pack of young wolves with annoyance.

Jacob! The Black wolf snarled. Who is this and why do they smell like a blood sucker? Why are you protecting him?

Jake's growling became quieter and he licked the side of Stiles head lovingly and nuzzled him before looking back at the alpha. I imprinted on him and him me. He's a hybrid.

Stiles tilted his head and stared curiously at the little ones to see their reactions. To his chagrin they started to growl, except one, the smallest of the group, yipped in excitement about getting a new pack member. A hybrid at that.

A hybrid of what? The alpha snarled. Man, he really needs to find out their names. It was getting annoying calling the alpha the alpha.

Blood sucker and Quilette.

......what?

.......he's nice.... and super old..

Stiles huffed playfully from where he was sitting finally deciding to speak up again after remaining fairly quiet. He stood up from his sitting position. I'm not that old. 

Over a thousand is definitely old, Stiles.