What if Elijah Mikaelson had a soulmate?
What if his soulmate was Peter Hale daughter?
What if she was adopted by Noah Stilinski?
And what if after her tragic death, her children reunite
their parents and their family to watch her life?
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Charlotte was at her locker when she heard weird noises from the lacrosse team lockers.
"Please, tell me you're not going in." Isaac says.
"Um.."
She slowly walks in hoping there's no boys from the lacrosse team naked. She then sees Scott following Stiles like a lost puppy, but with gold eyes.
"You walked in.." Isaac mumbles, his hand on his forehead, despairing.
"What's happening?" She asks confused looking at her brother who's out of breath.
"Lottie! Thank god," he sighs in relief. "It's Scott, he let anger take control and now he's trying to kill me." He remarked as Scott growls at the two. Stiles grabs the fire extinguisher. It was like Lottie's hand has a mind of its own as she held it out, her eyes flashed white and the werewolf was sent into a locker.
"How did you do that?" Bonnie asks confused. It took her a while to know this spell, and Lottie just did it without knowing.
She shrugs, "I don't know."
Stiles eyes widens, "oh, my god, Lottie! How did you do that?"
She shakes her head, as much shocked as him. "I-I don't know."
"What happened?" Scott asks them getting up from the floor.
"You tried to kill me," Stiles shouts. "And then Lottie did this weird thing and you were sent into the locker! Which was by the way really cool!"
Scott frowns, "how?"
The redhead shrugs, "I know as much as you two. I really don't know how it happened."
Stiles sits down in front of Scott, "it's like I told you before. It's the anger, it's your pulse rising. It's a trigger." Stiles says to Scott knowing Lottie is still in shock and not ready to discuss.
"But that's lacrosse. It's a pretty violent game, if you hadn't noticed." Scott says looking at Lottie who was trying hard not to have a mental breakdown. Her hand was on her mouth as she still looks where she sent Scott.
"Well, it's gonna be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field." Stiles replies, the side of his eye checking if Lottie is all right. "You can't play Saturday. You're gonna have to get out of the game."
Scott looks down shaking his head, "I'm first line."
