His mother wept when she saw his wrist. Covered in silver lines that spelled the name of his other half; who would bring death to their family one day. Across town, a sister screamed as her brother's wrist bore the name of the man who would bring pain to their pack someday. Soulmates they were called. Destined for love and death if they ever met. They were never supposed to meet because of that.....yet they did. "Peter-," Stiles turned the wolf's face towards him, "Peter Hale look at me. I was meant to die in your arms." ORIGINALLY ON ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN **Note** I am both Rainy182 on AO3 and Rain_182_ here and have decided to post this story here.