Crossed to the Werewolf World: I Changed Fate With My Death

The Witch had gazed into her crystal ball and delivered her prophecy — my pack would fall in seven days. Only my fated mate could prevent it.But as the deadline crept closer, I hadn't found a single lead.I sat at my desk, frowning, restlessly spinning a pen between my fingers.Was fate truly impossible to change?I asked myself that question for the thousandth time.Just as I was running out of options, my office door burst open. Nora, my assistant, stumbled in, so panicked she could barely form a sentence.I set down my files and handed her a glass of water. "Take a breath. Tell me what happened."She gulped the water down and finally steadied herself."Alpha — the altar — it's been blown up!"My frown deepened. "The altar? Who did it?""It was... it was Lucian Grey. He buried a bag of explosives near the altar. When the guards caught him, he kept demanding to see you."Lucian was the son of a minor pack's Alpha. His father, Viktor, had sent him to our pack as part of a political un

But Lucian showed no signs of waking. Apart from the faintest pulse and shallow breathing, he might as well have been dead.I rested my chin on my hand and studied his sleeping face. "Is there anything you can do to wake him up faster?"The Witch paused mid-stir, then bounced over to me with a playful grin. "There is. But that'll cost extra."She batted her eyes and extended her palm expectantly.My arrangement with the Witch was strictly transactional. Ever since I'd started relying on her help, money had been flowing out of my pockets and into hers like a river.Fortunately, my pack was one of the largest and wealthiest among all wolf world. I could still afford it.Once paid, she rummaged behind the counter and produced a small vial of green liquid. Without ceremony, she pried Lucian's mouth open and dumped the whole thing down his throat.Her technique was appallingly rough. More than half the potion dribbled down his chin.A second later, Lucian erupted into violent coughs, color

Three years ago, I'd had a chance to go back.The Witch had drawn my blood, cast a spell, and opened a portal to the real world."Walk through and you'll be home. Go on — you never belonged here to begin with."In those early days, the terror of waking up in a strange world had kept me up night after night.Back then, I would have done anything to go home.But five years in the werewolf world had changed me. I'd built a life here. I'd found people who mattered.This place had become my second home.Now, with a crisis looming over my pack, could I really abandon everyone and walk away?The Witch strained to hold the portal open. "What are you waiting for? This thing won't last much longer."I put one foot through the portal. Memories of the past five years flooded my mind.Then, as if something inside me had clicked into place, I stepped back out."Hey! What are you doing? A portal can only be opened once per person. If you give this up, you're stuck here forever.""I know. I'm not goin

I sat up and instinctively reached for the wound on my chest."That's... impossible."The gash that should have been fatal was completely healed — as if the blade had never touched me. But the amethyst pendant had cracked down the middle."Stop poking at it. You're fine. If it weren't for my charm, you'd be dead. And don't forget — you owe me. A lot." The Witch was at her usual station, tinkering with potions, the heavy scent of herbs filling the room."Lucian... did we—""We won." His voice broke with emotion."Viktor's dead. We won."I grabbed his hand. "Really?"He nodded, beaming. "Really. You've been out for a month. While you were asleep, we crushed Viktor's forces and every pack that sided with him. The borderlands are ours again."The relief lasted only a heartbeat before reality hit me. I seized his sleeve. "Why are you still here? You were supposed to go back! Don't you understand — if you missed that portal, you will never be able to return to the real world!"He didn't seem