TO ALL READERS I AM A NON-ENGLISH SPEAKER WRITER.

SO FORGIVE ME IF THEIR ARE SPELLING ERRORS IN MY GRAMMAR, MY GRAMMAR SUCKS.

This story contains sex boy x boy love, violence, death MPREG, if you don't like this type of story, so don't read you have been WARNED this story does not fallow the Teen Wolf canon. Alternate UNIVERSE.

DISCLAIMER; I do not own Teen Wolf,Teen Wolf belong's to Russell Mulcahy.

Teen Wolf; Saving Beacon's Hill;The Secret of Claudia Stilinski!


Stiles was in the living room pretending to be playing with his toys when he saw his mother sneak into the basement, He narrowed his eyes and decided to follow her.

He tipped tow down the basement, He stood quietly watching his mother cry while she was touching a black looking trunk with a golden arrow on the top.

He watched how she opened the lid of the Trunk pulling out a huge rectangular box, Stiles eyes when wide when he saw his mother pulling out 2 bow's the first one he recognized as one of the Bow's that Allison used to have it was a modern recurve bow and the second was a traditional Hunnic bow.

Stiles couldn't take his eyes away from his mother '' What the Hell! My mother was a Hunter?! Why did father never'' Stiles eyes when wide '' Oh my god! Dad knew! He knew that she was a Hunter! That's why he never wanted me to open that god damn trunk! '' Stiles yelled in his head, Looking with wide eyes at his mother '' If she is a hunter I make her teach me! So when the Argent's come to Beacon hill I will be prepared for them''

With a conviction is his eyes he let out a gasp's gaining his mother's attention who turned around looking at Stiles with wide eyes,She was shocked seing Stiles standing there she started to wiping away the tear's from her face She smiled at him;

'' What are you doing there Sweety? Why aren't you playing with your car's?''

'' You were being sneaky?! I thought you were planning something fun for me and Dad! You always Do when you're being sneaky like now!'' Stiles said, pouting cutely making his mother let out a laugh she stood up and walked up to Stiles.

''No, I am not planning anything fun for you and your Dad, I was just looking at some old stuff'' Claudia said smiling.

Stiles let his eyes wide when he looked at the Bow's he ran past his mother who tried to stop him, He kneeled down in front of the Bow's he slightly let his finger's go over the bow's.

''Are these like we saw those people using on that Tv show we saw on Sunday?'' He asks looking at his mother with wide eyes.

'' Yes they are'' She answered cautiously she didn't want to get her hopes up, She knew that Stiles was not someone who liked doing sport's.

'' So cool! I wish I could do it! Those people looked like those old warrior's from ancient china!'' Stiles said with a bright smile meanwhile in his head, he was yelling '' Please fall for it! Please '' Stiles yelled In his head.

''Really? Would you really do it? ''She asks cautiously.

''Yes! She fell for it '' Stiles yelled in his head while he smiled at her saying;

'' Are you kidding me! Of course I would try it! Do you know how cool that would be, It would be awesome Mommy!''

''Í will talk it over with your Dad and if he says yes, then I will teach you Archery and Martial Art's'' She closed the lid of the trunk, then she took Stiles by his hand's and walk him out of the basement.

Later that night Stiles were slowly creeping down the stair's when he heard yelling coming from the living room.

''Damned Claudia you promise that you will never teach Stiles!''John Stilinski yelled.

''Come on John! Do you know how long I dreamed about teaching my baby my Family Hystorie?'' Claudia asks John Who narrowed his eyes at his wife.

''I don't want him to get hurt Claudia!'' John said with a serious voice.

I just want him to know how to defend himself!'' Claudia said standing up in front of her husband.

'' Stiles is a delicate boy Claudia, That is one of mayor reason's why we decided not to teach him in the first place!'' John yelled.

Stiles eyes when wide at his father's word's '' Waite a second! We? Why would Dad say We?! What the hell is going on! Are both my parent's Hunter's?'' Stiles ask himself with a confused look on his face. He turned back his attention to his fighting parent's.

''John! You and I both know that if my enemies and THEM find out that I am still alive, They wouldn't think twice in hurting our Genim just so they could Hurt me! I can't not afford to leave my only Heir unprotected!''Claudia yelled with a serious look on her face. She hugged John and Whispered in Polish ''Proszę pozwól chronić mi naszego Genim Please John''

''Fine! John said throwing his hand's in the air '' You can start teaching him, He is old enough for your training regime anyway, And since you use those painting exhibitions of yours to go hunting you can take him with you'' John said walking to the kitchen's while Stiles tip toe quietly to his room.


What Claudia whisper in Polish is PLease Let me Protect our Genim.

I got a translating site who translated from english to Polish and I double checked it with google.

Please for those who read my story and hope to complain about my grammatical errors I did warn you people before you start to read my story that my grammar sucks so if your gonna complain about my grammatical errors every time I post a Chapter then I have to ask you to not read my story because it's really annoying .I had posted the warning as big as I could to warn you guys about my grammatical errors.

BUT IF YOU DESIDE TO IGNORE MY WARNING AND POST A COMPLAIN ABOUT MY GRAMMAR ERRORS I WILL DELETE OR IGNORE YOUR COMMENTS!

And for those who suggest I need a beta I know that I need a beta but until I don't find a beta I will have to check my story's for Grammar errors my self end since English is not my native language its gonna be difficult to find every spelling error so if you guys see a spelling error that I missed kindly point it out to me so I can take down the Chapter to correct the error and then post it back again, and I would appreciate any advice other long time writers can give me to improve my stories.