Elda

Diana's mind raced as she faced down the wolves that surrounded her. Her body ached, her breath shallow and labored, but her resolve never faltered. They thought they could break her spirit, but they were wrong. She had been trained for this, honed in the shadows, a predator among them. The best hunter her domain had ever known.

Ten werewolves lunged at her, their eyes glowing with malice, but Diana moved like lightning, her blades cutting through the air with deadly precision. She spun, dodged, and struck, bringing down the first four before the rest could even blink. But there were too many. The wolves were relentless, and as she fought, she could feel the weight of their numbers pressing in on her.

Then, just as she took down another two, the Alpha appeared. His presence was overwhelming. Tall, regal, his icy blue eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. He was followed by the Beta and his most elite warriors. This was no longer a fight against mere wolves—this was an execution.

Diana’s heart pounded in her chest, the adrenaline coursing through her veins. She wasn’t going down easily. She fought fiercely, her movements a blur of deadly grace, but the wolves were too many. With each strike, they closed in on her. She managed to bring down another ten, and several more were injured, but the odds were stacked against her.

Then it happened. The Alpha and the Beta attacked together, the two of them faster than any wolves Diana had ever encountered. It was like fighting shadows. She could barely keep up. Her speed, once her greatest weapon, was no longer enough.

The Alpha's claws raked across her skin, a searing pain in her side. She barely had time to react before the Beta’s claws slashed across her stomach. Blood poured from the wound, and Diana’s breath hitched in pain. She staggered back, struggling to stay on her feet as the wolves closed in, their hunger for her evident.

But Diana wasn’t done yet.

With her vision swimming, she used her trump card: her ability to vanish into smoke. In an instant, she was gone, her body dissipating into a cloud of swirling mist. She reappeared on the other side of the city, gasping for breath, blood pooling around her. She had managed to escape, but she knew it wouldn’t be for long. They would come for her.

Diana collapsed to the ground, coughing up blood, her body screaming in pain. Every breath felt like fire, but her resolve was unwavering. She could feel the pull deep within her—something was drawing her back to the Alpha. She wasn’t going to let him win. Not after everything.

She could already see it in her mind’s eye: the Alpha, kneeling before her, his head severed from his body. She would make him pay. She would make them all pay. Her vengeance was coming, and nothing would stop her. Not the pain, not the blood, not even the wolves.

Diana had made a promise to herself, and she intended to keep it. The Alpha would die by her hands. The war was far from over.

Diana’s vision blurred as she stumbled through the woods, blood dripping from her wounds. The fight with the Alpha and his pack had taken everything from her—her strength, her speed, her hope. She had been outnumbered, overwhelmed by the sheer force of their attack. It was only through sheer will that she had managed to escape, using her smoke ability to slip away from their grasp. But now, she was running on empty, her body bruised and battered, and her breath ragged.

She stumbled forward, her legs nearly giving way beneath her. The pain in her stomach was unbearable, the wound from the Alpha’s claw still fresh and deep. Blood soaked her clothes, and she could feel the life draining from her with every step. Her only thought was to escape, to find somewhere safe—somewhere far from the pack that had nearly claimed her life.

And then, as if the universe had heard her silent plea, she saw it. A small cottage, nestled among the trees, its warm light flickering through the window. She could barely make out the figure of an old woman standing at the door, her face wrinkled with age but her eyes sharp and knowing.

Diana collapsed onto the ground just as the old woman rushed toward her.

“Hold on, child,” the woman said, her voice soft yet firm. “You’ll be alright.”

Diana could barely register the words, but the old woman’s hands were surprisingly strong as she helped Diana into the cottage. The room was dimly lit, filled with the scent of herbs and something sweet. The woman guided her to a chair, where Diana slumped, her body trembling with exhaustion.

“Rest now,” the old woman said, her hands moving quickly to assess Diana’s injuries. “You’re lucky I found you. You should be dead by now.”

Diana managed a weak nod, her head spinning. She hadn’t expected to survive, not after the Alpha’s assault. She had barely escaped with her life, and now, this stranger was offering her shelter.

The woman worked quickly, her hands steady as she cleaned and bandaged Diana’s wounds. Her touch was gentle but practiced, the hands of someone who had seen and healed many injuries over the years. Diana could feel the warmth of the woman’s magic flowing through her, soothing the pain and knitting her flesh together.

“Who are you?” Diana asked weakly, her voice hoarse from exhaustion.

The old woman didn’t look up from her work, but she smiled softly. “I’m Elda. And you, my dear, are in no condition to be asking questions. Rest.”

Diana closed her eyes, allowing herself to slip into a restless sleep. She didn’t know how long she slept, but when she awoke, it was to the sound of Elda’s voice calling her name.

“Diana,” Elda said gently, “you’ve been unconscious for days. How are you feeling?”

Diana groaned, sitting up slowly. Her wounds were still tender, but the pain had lessened considerably. Elda’s healing magic had worked wonders. She looked around the small cottage, noting the shelves lined with jars of herbs, vials of liquid, and scrolls covered in faded writing. It felt like a safe haven—a place where time stood still.

“I’m… better,” Diana said quietly, her voice still weak.

Elda nodded, her eyes scanning Diana’s face with an almost knowing gaze. “You’re strong, child. I can feel it in your blood. But you’ve been through much. Rest a bit more before you go. You’ll need your strength for what comes next.”

Diana wanted to argue, to insist that she needed to leave immediately, but the exhaustion weighed heavily on her. Her body had been pushed to its limits, and even her stubbornness couldn’t deny the need for rest.

Days passed in a blur of healing and quiet reflection. Diana’s body mended, though her spirit remained restless. She couldn’t stay here forever, not when there was so much left to do. She had a vengeance to claim, and the Alpha of Riverdale would pay for what he had done.

Elda, ever kind and patient, didn’t press her about her past. But Diana could see the curiosity in the old woman’s eyes, the questions she wasn’t asking. Diana didn’t owe her any explanations, but she couldn’t hide forever. The time would come when she would have to confront the world she had left behind.

In the meantime, Elda gave her a new identity—one that would keep her hidden from the wolves who might still be hunting her. A simple new name, a new set of clothes, It was a small but necessary change. For now, Diana had to blend in. She couldn’t let anyone know who she really was—not yet.”

Elda gave her a soft smile, one that was full of quiet understanding. “Then go, child. But remember: the world you’re stepping back into is not the same as the one you left. Things have changed. Be careful.”

With that, Diana stood, her body still weary but her resolve unshakable. She couldn’t stay here any longer. The Alpha was out there, and she had a score to settle.

She donned the mask Elda had given her, covering her face completely. The transformation was complete. Diana Bloodborne was no more. She was someone else now—a shadow movi

ng through the world, unseen and forgotten by all but the wolves who had made her their enemy.