We're back!

I am so excited for this book.

I am taking a bit of a different approach with this so stick with me. I really want to bend the story a little bit, obviously not too much because it truly is a great season. However, Stiles is going to be more of a fuckboy than I think he is in literally any season. Fuckboy Stiles is my most favorite thing in the world so it's happening. Also, obviously Stydia moments will be fewer because Stemma is the main focus. There will also be a lot more of Emma and Stiles' thoughts throughout this story.

Like always, I love your feedback.

Please enjoy book 3 of The Hybrid series!

I do NOT own Teen Wolf, only my OCs.

Stiles' POV

"Dude, I thought you stopped with all that?" Scott asked as he got into the Jeep.

I looked up at him with my eyes narrowed, "It just came across my feed."

He rolled his eyes but dropped it. This was how it had been this summer. Me constantly checking social media, specifically Emma's, to see if anything new had happened. All that got me was anger issues and a lot of drunken nights. And a bunch of hookups that kind of went hand-in-hand with the drunken nights.

It seemed like everyday Emma was doing something new and awesome with her new best friend. Her Instagram was filled with pictures from her summer in London. Pictures of her and Seth in front of Big Ben, the London Eye, some museum, and the Eiffel tower on a trip to Paris. It was like they were a couple again, all of the lovey captions. Which would of course lead me to look at Seth's which were just as bad.

Scott had heard me complain about all of this the entire summer. It had gotten to the point where he promised to take my phone away if he caught me checking on her again. Clearly, he wasn't following through on that but it made me stop complaining about it. He had stood with me this summer. Going to parties he didn't want to so I could hook up with another girl I didn't care about. Teaching me how to play lacrosse so I could make first line this year. Ignoring Allison to the point where he didn't even talk about her when I drunkenly cried about Emma. I was proud of him, he seemed to have his life back on track. It was about time.

"Are you sure you don't want to get one too?" Scott asked as we pulled into the parking lot of the tattoo parlor.

I snorted, "I'm absolutely positive. Are you sure you want to get one?"

He nodded solemnly, "I'm totally sure."

We got out of the Jeep and entered the tattoo parlor. Some big, bald guy approached Scott, asking him what he wanted. Scott pulled out the drawing from his pocket. I began to look around the shop. I found a book that had a bunch of drawings of premade tattoos.

"Boy, good thing you drew me a picture," the tattoo artist said to Scott.

I found a tattoo that was a giant lizard looking thing. I laughed to myself.

"Hey, Scott," I said turning around, "are you sure you don't want something like this?" Scott just rolled his eyes, "Too soon?" I kept flipping through the book, "I don't know man, are you sure about this? I mean these things are pretty permanent."

"I'm not changing my mind," he said with a smile.

Fair enough, "Okay but why two bands?"

"I just like it," he said with a shrug.

"But don't you think your first tattoo should have some sort of meaning?" I argued.

"Getting a tattoo means something," he countered.

"I don't think that's -," I started.

"He's right," the tattoo artist interrupted me, "Tattooing goes back thousands of years. The Tahitian word 'tatau' means like a right of passage."

"Yeah," Scott said with a smirk, "You see? He gets it."

I rolled my eyes, "He's covered in tattoos, Scott. Literally."

"Okay," the guy said to Scott, ignoring me, "You ready?"

Scott nodded and clenched his jaw, ready for the first needle.

"You don't have any problems with needles do you?" he asked Scott.

Scott shook his head, "No."

I watched as the bald man began to tattoo my best friend's arm. I walked around the set up to get a better look.

"I tend to get a little squeamish," I said scratching the back of my neck.

I watched the needles go in and out a couple of time. Then I felt my head hit the cold floor of the shop.

Emma's POV

I had been home for roughly a month. No one was supposed to know. I came home early when Seth found out that Boyd and Erica were missing. When I made him tell me about the alpha pack, I insisted on coming back with him in order to protect my mom. I had been posting old pictures on social media so people didn't know I was back. Derek ordered us to not tell anyone about the alpha pack and I figured them thinking I was still in another country was better than lying to their faces.

So I was very surprised when I got a phone call from Lydia asking me to come with her and Allison on a group date. After asking her a ton of questions about how she found out she told me that she saw my mom at the store and got it out of her. Once that was settled, she wouldn't let me say no. Which is why I am currently in the backseat of her car, driving to meet some guys I've never met before. But it was good to be back with them, even if I technically shouldn't be.

"It is not a group date it is a group thing," Lydia argued with Allison.

"Do they know it's a group thing? Cause I told you, I don't think I'm ready to get back out there," Allison argued back.

"I second that," I said from the backseat.

"You've been shacked up with Seth all summer, don't tell me you're not ready to move on," Lydia said looking at me in the rearview mirror.

I felt myself blush, "Seth and I weren't together like that this summer. Besides, he has a girlfriend now."

Despite the fact that I had drunkenly thrown myself at Seth during our first full moon in England, he turned me down and we hadn't talked about it since. After all of the training and hunter bullshit we went through this summer, we were best friends. Siblings really. So, while I may have drunkenly wanted to bone him three months ago, I didn't want to anymore.

Lydia raised her eyebrows at me, "Really? And no other guys this summer?"

I shook my head, "What about you Al? You were in France and didn't do any dating?"

She shook her head and shrugged, "Did you Lydia? I mean after -,"

"Do not say his name," Lydia cut her off.

"Is he okay? I mean did everything work out?" Allison asked.

"The doctors looked like total idiots when he turned up alive but everyone got over it," Lydia explained, "and yes, Derek taught him the werewolf 101. Like how not to randomly kill people during the full moon."

"So then, you've talked to him?" Allison asked.

"Uh, not since he left for London," Lydia said glancing at me again.

Allison turned to look at me, "Did you talk to him?"

I shrugged, "Seth set him up with a pack over there and I went with them to meet up but that was about it. He seemed different though. Like nicer if that's even possible. Besides, Lydia, it's not like he up and left. His mom and dad moved him to London."

"Whatever," she said looking back at the road, "he left. And seriously? An American werewolf in London? Like that's not going to be a disaster."

"So, you're totally over him?" Allison asked after a beat.

"Would we be going on a group date if I wasn't?" she argued. Allison and I scoffed, "Fine, it is a group date."

Stiles' POV

I saw my phone light up on the dashboard of the Jeep. I was getting a notification. Before I could grab it to lock the screen, Scott took it in his own hands.

"You subscribed to her twitter?" Scott asked shaking his head, "Come on, dude."

I sighed, "I just didn't want to miss an update on her life."

"Have you tried talking to her at all?" he asked, putting my phone back.

I shook my head, "She made it very clear that she wanted time a part so that's what I'm giving her. Besides, she insulted my game and I need time to get over that."

"You're still hung up on that?" Scott asked with a smirk.

"Have you talked to Allison at all this summer?" I asked Scott, ignoring his question.

He sighed, "Nah, we agreed to give each other the summer. No texts, no calls."

"Then how do you know she won't be back at school then?" I asked, remembering one of our conversations earlier this summer.

I looked past Scott and saw Allison and Lydia in the car next to us.

"After everything that happened, I don't think she's coming back at all," Scott said softly.

"I think she is," I said with a sigh. Scott turned his head and I finally got a look into the backseat. There, laughing at something, was Emma.

She looked different. In the photos she had posted recently, her hair looked the same it always did but now it was dark and short with choppy layers. It made her look paler than usual but somehow it made her look more beautiful. I felt my chest tighten at the sight of her. She moved her hand up to tuck some hair behind her ear and there was a long red scar that went from her wrist, up the sleeve of her shirt. I couldn't get a good look at it because suddenly, Scott was snapping his fingers in front of my face.

"I think there's a 100% chance that both Allison and Emma are coming back from their European adventures," I said with a gulp. He looked at me, stull confused. I nodded my head towards the car.

Scott looked at Allison how I assumed I was looking at Emma. Except, Allison looked up and made eye contact with Scott.

"Oh god," Scott said shrinking in his seat.

I waved so it didn't seem that awkward that we were both just staring at our ex-girlfriends in the car next to us. Then I realized that none of the girls were returning my wave so I slowly lowered my hand.

"Can you just drive? Please, Stiles?" Scott begged.

"Scott, it's a red light," I argued.

I glanced back and looked at Emma. She was looking back at me. She slowly raised her hand in a wave and then quickly lowered it. She said something to the girls in the front. She didn't look mad, not like Allison did. But she looked uncomfortable, like she was caught or something.

"I think we should talk to them," I said to Scott, "Maybe we should just say something."

"No," Scott argued.

"I'm just gonna," I said reaching across Scott.

"No, no, no," Scott argued with me. I began to roll the window down, "Stiles, dude. No. Come on!"

"Hi!" I yelled as I got the window down. They quickly sped off down the road. "They probably didn't see us?"

The light turned green so I began to continue driving Scott home like I planned.

"What are you doing?" Scott snapped at me.

"Driving," I argued.

"Well, we're right behind them," he pointed out.

"Well, Scott, do you see any turns?" I argued.

"I don't want it to look like we're following them," he said.

"And you think I do?" I argued. "What do you want me to do?"

"I don't know, anything," he said, desperate.

I slammed on the breaks. I didn't know what else to do. But then, Lydia's car stopped. Scott and I looked at each other and then back at the road. Suddenly, a deer was running down the road and crashed into Lydia's car. We heard the girls screaming and quickly got out of the car.

I ran over to Emma's side of the car as she got out. I quickly wrapped my arms around her without thinking. It didn't seem to matter though because she burrowed deeper into my chest.

"Are you hurt?" I asked her, pulling her away for a short period of time.

She nodded, "I'm fine."

I pulled her back to me. She was okay. She was good.

"Well I'm not okay!" Lydia shouted, "I am totally freaking out! How the hell does it just run into us?"

Emma moved away from me and to Lydia, wrapping her arms around the strawberry blonde. I sighed, realizing the mistake I had made by trying to comfort her. She wasn't mine anymore. That wasn't my job.

"I saw his eyes right before it hit us. It was like it was crazy," Lydia murmured to Emma.

"He wasn't crazy," she said softly, "he was scared."

"Actually, terrified," Scott said as he pet the deer.

Emma's POV

It was the first day of school. It was my first, first day at Beacon Hills, not being the new kid. That should be exciting but after last night, I was dreading any interaction with Stiles. That was not how I had our meeting planned out. He wasn't even supposed to know that I was back yet. I tweeted last night that I was getting on the plane home. He wasn't supposed to see me until school when my outfit was perfect. Not last night when I was wearing leggings and a tank top.

I crossed over to my closet. At least I still had the perfect outfit. I put on my black skinny jeans, a black crop top with a zipper down the center, and my black motorcycle boots. A large portion of my mid-drift was showing but that was the point. I put on darker eyeliner and dark red lipstick. I combed my fingers through my hair to make it look a little less like bedhead.

I had decided that I wanted to find myself this summer. On that journey, I had dyed my hair dark brown, almost black, and cut off roughly six inches. At first, I hated it but now, I can't imagine having my old hair. I had also decided that I wasn't going to be so girly. No more cute little dresses or skirts. I wanted to reinvent myself a bit. So this was how I was doing it.

I grabbed my black leather jacket and ran down the stairs. Seth was sitting at the table drinking coffee. His head snapped up to look at me as I came down the stairs.

"Your mother is going to kill you," he said with a smirk.

"I'd like to see her try," I said with a wink.

He shook his head, "Are you ready for today?"

I sighed, "After last night, yes but I still wish things had gone differently."

"Makes sense," he said crossing the kitchen to the sink, "Do you really think that this is the way to get Stiles back?"

'This' referred to my outfit. No one, except for my grandma, seemed to understand that this reinvention was about me and not Stiles. We were meant to be together, that much I knew. So I was having fun being me and finding out who I was. Is there anything wrong with that?

I rolled my eyes, "Who said this is me getting Stiles back?"

Seth just chuckled, "Fine. Lie to yourself. But we both know that you are trying to seduce the poor kid."

I scoffed, "How dare you insinuate that."

"I didn't insinuate it. It's a fact, E," he said leaving the kitchen.

I followed him out to the car, suddenly questioning myself. I was doing this for me. Wasn't I?

Stiles' POV

"You wanna ask Derek for help? Why? Why?" I asked Scott, annoyed.

"He has the triskele tattooed on his back," he explained, "So there has to be a way to do it without healing."

"Yeah," I agreed, "But doesn't he have his hands a little full?"

We looked at the posters of Boyd and Erica, announcing that they were missing. It was sad really. They decided to become werewolves, only to be taken or worse, killed.

"I could ask Seth," Scott pointed over to the beta at his locker.

I rolled my eyes, "Dude, bro code."

"I'm not breaking bro code if I'm asking for a favor. I won't even bring up Emma," Scott said walking over to Seth, "Besides, he's not that bad of a guy."

"Not that bad of a guy," I mumbled under my breath in disbelief.

"If you're looking for Emma, she's at her own locker," Seth said not looking at us.

"Why would we be looking for her?" I said, annoyed.

"I have a question to ask you, ya know a werewolf question," Scott whispered.

Seth chuckled. He finally turned towards us, "What's the question, Scott?"

"Do you know how -," Scott started.

"Hi, guys," a sweet voice said from behind Scott and I. We both turned around.

Emma was standing in front of us with the most revealing shirt I've ever seen her wear before. Her dark, short hair made her look older and more dangerous if that was possible. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding and it came out like a whine. She raised her eyebrow at me, smirking.

"Again," Seth said from behind us, "What is your question, Scott?"

Scott turned to face Seth but I couldn't take my eyes off of Emma. She came closer to us and stood between Seth and me. I watched her every movement.

"Do you know how werewolves can get tattoos?" Scott asked Seth.

Seth and Emma shook their head. Wow, so this entire conversation was pointless. Great.

"You should ask Derek," Emma suggested.

Since when is she pro Derek?

Seth nodded, "Yeah, he has the triskele on his back right?"

Emma nodded, "He would probably know how to do it. It'll probably hurt like hell though so prepare yourself."

"Thanks guys," Scott said, "See you in class."

He pulled me away from them. I followed Emma with my eyes even as I walked away. How is it that she got hotter over the summer? That isn't fair.

Emma's POV

Seth and I walked to English, grabbing seats towards the back of the classroom. He nudged me as Scott and Stiles walked into the room. Stiles eyes locked on mine and once again, he wouldn't look away. He sat in front of me and Scott sat next to him. Then, Lydia and Allison came in. Lydia sat next to Stiles but the seat in front of her was quickly taken. Allison looked around the room, finding the only open spot to be in front of Scott. Wow, it must be awkward to have your ex sit in front of you. Oh, wait.

Scott awkwardly told her that the seat was hers. She sat down and shot Lydia and I a look that practically begged us to switch seats with her. Sitting behind Stiles was one thing but next to him was another. I looked at Lydia for help but she shot both of us a smirk and went back to her phone.

Suddenly, all of the phones in the classroom went off simultaneously. We all pulled them out of our various bags, purses, or pockets.

"The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds and the tranquil waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the Earth flowed somber under an overcast sky seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness," a young brunette woman said, standing in front of the class, "This is the last line to the first book that we are going to read. This is also the last text you will receive in this class. Phones off, everyone."

We all quietly turned our phones off and then put them back where we found them. I looked around the class, recognizing most people until I realized something.

"Dude," I said leaning over to Seth, "Where's Isaac?"

He looked around the room, the same way I had, "I don't know."

"Is he okay?" I asked, suddenly worried.

"You're the one who would know," Seth said with a smirk.

I sighed. He was right. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I tried to focus on Isaac. What he looked like, what he felt like, and who he was as a person. My eyes snapped open.

"He's in the hospital but he seems to be okay," I said, "His heartrate is normal and he isn't in pain or anything."

Seth smiled, "That's my girl."

I looked up with a self-satisfied smile on my face only to have it slip completely off when I saw Stiles watching both of us. His eyes narrowed but he had a smirk on his face. He softly shook his head and turned back around. I exchanged a look with Seth.

"Mr. McCall," the teacher, Ms. Blake, said from the front of the room. We all turned to look at Scott. He shrugged as she motioned for him to come to the front of the classroom. She escorted him to the hall and talked with him for a bit.

"Lydia," I heard Stiles whisper. I snapped my head up to witness the encounter. She looked at him. He pointed at her ankle, "What is that? Is that from the accident?"

"No," she said softly, "Prada bit me."

"Your dog?" Stiles questioned. I rolled my eyes.

"No, my designer handbag," Lydia said sarcastically, "Yes, my dog."

"Has he ever bitten you before?" Stiles questioned. Lydia shook her head, "Okay, what if that's the same thing as the deer? Ya know, like how animals start acting weird before an earthquake or something?"

"Meaning what?" Lydia argued, "There's going to be an earthquake?"

"Or something," Stiles said softly, "Just, maybe it means something's coming. Something bad."

"It was a deer and a dog," Lydia pointed out.

"What's that thing you say about threes?" Seth asked from next to me.

Stiles snapped his head to look at us. I don't think he realized that we were listening in. It's not like we were trying hard to, we are werewolves after all.

"Yeah, once, twice," Lydia started but was interrupted by a loud noise against the window.

We all looked over to see blood smeared on the glass. The sky was filled with crows. We all exchanged a worried glance with each other. More birds started flying into the windows with loud bangs. We were all jumping from the loud noises. They started to fly through the glass, throwing shards everywhere. The birds flew into the room and began to attack students. I flew to the ground and felt a body over mine.

"It's okay," I heard Stiles' voice whisper into my hair.

Once again, we were attacked by an animal and he was holding me. He was protecting me and comforting me. Why does he keep doing this? I know what he was up to this summer. I know that he got what he wanted and fucked a bunch of other girls. Even though I shouldn't have, I checked in on him this summer. We still have our connection. I can still see what he sees, feel what he feels, and whatever else. So I know that he didn't miss me this summer. Why is he treating me the way he did when we were together?

Stiles slowly stood up and pulled me to my feet. We looked around the mess of the classroom. Seth was helping Lydia stand up. I crossed over to Lydia as we both looked around for Allison. Allison stood up, holding her head and we ran over to her. All three of us embracing in an awkward group hug.

Stiles' POV

I called Scott to tell him about what had happened in Ms. Blake's class. I was also calling to tell him not to come back because school was cancelled for the rest of the day. He told me to head to Derek's and while I wanted to argue, I knew he wouldn't listen to me anyway. I walked out of the school and towards my Jeep. I heard footsteps behind me.

"Stiles," Emma's voice called, "Wait up."

I turned around, also hitting her with my arm, "What do you want?"

She visibly flinched at my tone. Despite the fact that I keep feeling the need to protect her and check up on her, I'm still mad at her. She still broke my fucking heart.

"Are you going to Scott?" she asked.

I scoffed, "What does it matter to you, Emma?"

"I know you hate me right now which is completely understandable, by the way. But I still care about Scott, okay? I still care about you too but that's a discussion for another time. Take me with you to Scott. Please," she argued.

I sighed, "Fine."

We both climbed in the Jeep only to realize that this now meant we had to be alone for a car ride. There was an awkward silence for half of the drive before Emma became antsy.

"So, how was your summer?" she asked casually.

I gripped my knuckles on the steering wheel, "It was fine."

"Did you do anything interesting?" she seemed to force herself to ask.

"Emma, just stop," I said with a sigh.

"Stop what?" she asked innocently.

"I know that you don't actually care, okay? I don't want to feel obligated to ask you about your summer because I know all about your summer romance with Seth. So please, stop asking me questions that you don't want to know the answer to," I said annoyed.

"Sorry," her voice cracked. Shit. I made her cry. I couldn't bring myself to look at her because I knew if I did I would apologize. But I couldn't apologize. I meant everything that I had said.

We got to Derek's and both of us jumped out of the car, not wanting to be in that awkward situation anymore. Emma led the way into the house. She ran over to Isaac who was passed out in what used to be the living room. I crossed over to Derek and Scott in the room next to it.

"Is he okay?" Emma asked, entering the room we were in.

Derek waved her off, "He will be."

"Did you call Seth?" she asked.

I rolled my eyes. Of course she's thinking about her precious boyfriend right now.

"I did," Derek said getting tools out of a toolbox.

She nodded, "And what are you doing with the toolbox?"

"Remember what I asked you earlier?" Scott asked. She nodded, "Derek is going to help."

She crossed over to us and leaned against the wall with her arms over her chest. Scott began explaining what he wanted to Derek.

"Yeah," Derek said, shifting his eyes, "I see it. Two bands, right?" Scott nodded, "What does it mean?"

"I don't know," Scott said, suddenly bashful, "Uh, it's just something I traced with my fingers."

"Why is this so important to you?" Derek asked.

"Do you know what the word 'tattoo' means?" Scott asked.

I knew this one, "To mark something."

Scott shook his head, "That's in Tahitian. In Samoan it means open wound. I knew I wanted to get a tattoo when I turned 18. I've always wanted one. But I just decided to get it now to make it a kind of reward."

"For what?" Derek asked.

"For not calling or texting Allison all summer," Scott explained.

I looked at Emma and she was biting her lip. She looked like she was trying not to cry. All I wanted to do was go over and comfort her but I knew I couldn't.

"Even when I really wanted to," Scott continued, "Even when it was so hard not to sometimes. I was trying to give her the space she wants. And three months later, it still hurts. It still feels like a um -,"

"Like an open wound," Emma and I said at the same time. We locked eyes for a second before she broke contact to look at her shoes.

"Yeah," Scott nodded, sadly.

"The pain is going to be worse than anything you've ever felt," Derek explained.

"Oh, that's great," I mumbled.

"Do it," Scott said.

Derek turned on a torch and I felt light headed again.

"Oh wow," I said, shifting on my feet, "That's a lot for me so, I'm gonna take that as my cue. I'm gonna wait outside."

"Nope," Derek said stopping me from walking away by hitting me in the torso, "You're going to help hold him down."

"But she's a werewolf," I said pointing at Emma.

"Oh, she's going to help too," he said motioning her to come forward.

Emma and I both grabbed Scott's shoulders and held him back as far as we could. Derek pulled Scott's arm towards him and began to light his skin on fire.

"Hold him," Derek demanded.

We tried to keep our hold on him as he shifted. Eventually, the pain was so much that he passed out. Derek continued to work on the tattoo, until it was finished. Emma and I let Scott go. He jolted awake. He looked at his arm, seeing the tattoo.

"It worked," he said with a smile.

"Well, it looks pretty damn permanent now," I said handing him his shirt. I helped him get to his feet.

"Yeah, I kind of need something permanent. Everything that's happened to us, everything just changes so fast, everything's so uh, ephemeral," Scott said softly.

I nodded, "Studying for the PSATs?"

"Yep," he said with a smile.

"Nice," I said smiling back.

Scott opened the door but hesitated in the doorway. He looked at the door which had been painted red. It looked like new paint.

"Who painted the door?" he asked, "Why'd you paint the door?"

Derek shook his head, "Go home, Scott."

"And why only one side?" Scott asked, more to himself than anyone else.

He drew his claws and began to attack the door. He ripped all of the fresh paint off of the wood. Finally we saw black marks on the door, underneath the fresh paint.

"Scott," Emma shouted, crossing to us, "Let it go."

I turned to look at her. She knew something and wasn't telling us.

"The birds at school. The deer last night. Just like the night I got trampled by the deer when I got bit by the alpha," Scott said glaring at Emma and Derek, "How many are there?"

Emma and Derek exchanged a look. Derek sighed, "A pack of them."

"An alpha pack," Emma added.

"All of them? How does that even work?" I asked looking at her.

"I hear there's a leader," Derek continued, "He's called Deucalion."

"We know they have Boyd and Erica," Emma said.

"Peter, Isaac, and I have been looking for them for the past 3 months. Emma and Seth came back early to help us a month ago," Derek explained.

She's been back for a month? But she was posting about what she was doing in England literally two days ago! What the hell is going on?

"So you find them," Scott said crossing to Derek, "How do you deal with an alpha pack?"

"With all the help I can get," Derek said, hopeful.

I looked at Scott, worried. We did not need to get involved in this. This was not our fight. Scott looked at me and I shrugged, knowing we would have to help because that's what happens when you're friends with Scott McCall.

"Where is she?" Isaac asked, suddenly awake, "Where's the girl?"

We all exchanged a look, not knowing who he was talking about.

"What girl?" Derek asked the question we were all thinking.