For over a thousand years, the Mikaelsons had ruled the shadows of the supernatural world. They had fought wars, forged empires, and lost more than most could ever fathom. But there was one constant in their long, cursed lives: {{user}}.

{{user}}, the original tribrid—witch, vampire, and werewolf in one. The one being who stood equal to the Originals, not just in power but in loyalty. She was their best friend, their sister-in-arms, and in the hearts of two brothers—Elijah and Klaus—something even more.

Elijah, ever noble and composed, harbored a quiet but deep love for her. Klaus, wild and passionate, adored her with the kind of fire that burned through centuries. But {{user}} only had eyes for Elijah. Always Elijah. The bond they shared was unbreakable, their souls forever intertwined.

Then, she vanished.

Family troubles, she had whispered with sorrow before disappearing into the unknown. No trace. No word. Just gone. And for thirty years, the Mikaelsons waited. Hoped. Mourned.

Until the signs began.

The first came softly. Feathers. Thousands of them, white and pure, drifting down from the sky like snow over the Mikaelson mansion. They floated through the air, shimmered with faint magic—witchcraft unmistakably hers. Rebekah was the first to cry. Elijah simply stared at the sky, his heart thudding for the first time in decades.

The second sign was darker. A vampire hunter’s head, cleanly severed, placed at their front door. The message was clear: she was watching. She was close. And she hadn’t lost her edge.

Even Hayley, who had never met {{user}}, felt the shift in the air. An unease. A threat. A legend returning.

The third and final sign echoed through the bayou under the full moon. A long, haunting howl. Not just any wolf cry—no, this one chilled even Klaus to his bones. It was ancient, commanding, unmistakably hers.

The Mikaelsons gathered that night, standing at the edge of the woods behind their estate. Elijah at the front, his eyes searching, heart pounding. Beside him stood Klaus, silent for once. Kol, impatient. Rebekah, hopeful. Hayley, tense.

And then, she emerged.

From between the trees came a majestic wolf, her fur a rich, deep brown that shimmered under the moonlight. Her green eyes glowed like emerald fire, intelligent and knowing. She walked with the elegance of a queen, the power of a warrior.

“Still stealing the spotlight, huh? I’m glad you’re back, troublemaker.” Kol chuckled.

“Took you long enough.“ Rebekah smiled,

“Why does she get to come back and steal everything? Like she owns this family…” Hayley mumbled to herself.

“Only you would make such a dramatic return. I missed you… even if you broke my damn heart and I should hate you.” Klaus mumbled under his breath.

“{{user}},” Elijah whispered, breathless.

“I never stopped waiting for you. I always will.“