Okay so I realized I made some punctuation errors in the first couple of chapters, thank you guest reviews for pointing them out (although I still need to fix those, eh I'll do them later). Hopefully, I didn't make those same errors in this chapter, again. Anyway, thank you for all the follows and reviews! Enjoy!

But first a short disclaimer:Once again all rights to Teen Wolf belong to Jeff and the writers as well as MTV.

I give you: Chapter 3-Loved One's Plight.

Claudia stared at the white ceiling above her. John had left some time ago to get her some proper food, with the permission of her doctors of course. She felt like hitting herself. She had made a mistake when she thought they would have a few more years. In fact, they should have. But something had changed. A new variable had been introduced. She'd have to leave or else the Elders would strip her of her gifts. Claudia could stay, of course, put up a fight. The Elders would have the fight of their lives if she did that. Who knows who would win, anyway? Her bloodline stretched back to before the Order was even conceived. Her family stretched out all over the globe. They would come if she called. But she couldn't, the number of bodies that would pile up, from both sides, would be too much. She wouldn't stay, no matter how much she wanted to.

She loved her family, and because of that love, she would leave. Stiles, her beautiful baby boy, would have to be strong for the both of them after she was gone. She already knew how John was going to be. He would drown in his grief, and as much as it tore at her to tell him the truth, she couldn't even do that. Or else he would be forced to leave with her. And then Stiles would be alone. Of course Jackson would be there for him, but there were some things only family could understand. Even if he was very close to her son. Either way, Stiles would have to learn of his gifts on his own. Control them on his own. From the moment he had opened his eyes, she had known what would become of his fate. Known that at some point she would be forced to leave. Someone like her son needed to be able to harness his powers on his own. Because that was the road that lay before him. There was no guarantee as to if he would physically be alone, without a pack or a coven, but the fight to keep himself, to keep his Spark, would be his own. In the end, none would be able to help him.

Claudia nearly burst into tears at the thought of her Stiles, alone in the dark. Alone with those things that she herself had had to fight with when she came to her own gifts. But it would be so much worse for him. He would be more than she could ever have been. And he would lose more than she could ever dream. Her sight became fuzzy as the familiar feeling of a vision robbed her of her breath. There he was, her baby boy, surrounded by-by… a pack. Ooh and it was a powerful one. She looked through each of them, into their very cores, and knew, she could trust them with her son. Each of them owed him something, but that wasn't why they stayed. It was because Stiles had fought for them, cared for them, even when they were at their lowest. Beside him was a red-headed girl, a Banshee, she realized, with her hands on her hips, giving her son a a look of exasperation, but there was love in her gaze. Love in every single gaze that was directed at Stiles in the vision. She saw Jackson chuckling a ways off from where her son was trapped in the grip of a boy his age. A boy she had never seen before. He had tan skin, black hair, and his face to the sky as he laughed out loud at something Stiles said from his place underneath the boy's shoulder, where he was being noogied by said teen. Claudia would have laughed too, had she air in her lungs. She peered into the tan boys core before nearly pulling away from the vision in shock at what she found. She couldn't be more proud of her son at that moment. Surrounded in a grinning circle of various supernatural creatures, and right beside him, a True Alpha. Her face split into a wide grin. Of course her son would befriend a True Alpha, of all things.

She nearly lost the vision again when she saw his body go stiff before seeing his face turn right where her's would have been were she physically there. He looked straight into her eyes before smiling impossibly wide, even as a tear ran down his eye. She felt her own eyes grow moist from his gaze and the image that was in front of her. He was happy. Her son was so very happy. She was about to let the vision fade before her, but taking one last look into the cores of every being in it, she perceived what made her tightly shut eyes back in reality, spill tears. Each and every soul she saw was bound to her son's. So tight, she knew whatever would happen, nothing could break it. Stiles had claimed them as Family. A part of his soul given to each of them to cherish and protect. This was a bond completely unheard of in history or possibility. It was impossible. And it was Unbreakable.

Claudia wondered what the Order thought of such a monstrous thing. Because what Stiles was, and what he had given to his Family, was even stronger than the very foundations that made the Order so untouchable. And that, for sure, would shake the core of every single supernatural being that crossed paths with them.

She took a breath of air, allowing the vision to fade before her, then proceeded to open her eyes slowly, making sure they adjusted to the light. Just as they did, her husband walked into the room, hands full of fast food bags. She grinned as he tried to balance them all before dumping them on the table beside her.

"Didn't know what you might be craving, so I just got'em all." Her husband smiled at her as he gestured to the mess of different types of fast food and takeout.

"I'm fine with anything, John. But I hope you got some curly fries for Stiles when he gets here."

He picked up a small white bag with grease stains on it.

"Oh yeah, I didn't forget about those." She saw him roll his eyes as they both thought of their son's love for the oily snacks.

She remained silent for a moment, her mind still on the vision.

"Everything's gonna be alright, Clauds. You'll see."

She furrowed her eyebrows at his statement before realizing that he probably took her silence as worry for the future. She replayed what he told her in his misunderstanding, as her face slowly morphed into a satisfied grin.

"It really will, John. Everything is going to be just fine."

He smiled at her then, not understanding the meaning behind her words.

A/N: Apologies if I did make any more mistakes, young writer here, but if I did, feel free to correct me (nicely though, if you could). Sorry again if I dragged it out and bored you guys, I just really felt like I had to get a lot in there for it to make more sense later, but hey! I wrote more than the last two chapters/more than I usually write! So patting myself on the back for that one. Anyway, once again, how fast the fourth chapter will be up depends on if you guys are still interested. Thanks for reading, please review!