"Huh… where am I?"
"You have died."
Alex blinked, trying to shake off the confusion. That was a… peculiar greeting. Before he could dwell on it, a calm, resonant voice continued.
"Do you know why you are here?"
Alex thought, No, but I'm guessing you're about to tell me.
"Yes," the voice responded, as if reading his mind.
Alex froze. Wait… it can read my thoughts? I mean, what did I expect from a Random Omnipotent Being?
"Now, since you've settled, listen carefully. Do not interrupt me until I have finished," the voice said, almost gently.
Alex cleared his throat, a bit embarrassed. "Uh… right."
"Good. As I said, you have died. You've been given a second chance: a reincarnation into a world of your choosing. You will also be granted three wishes. Any questions?"
Alex's mind raced. Oh, I have plenty… but first, why me?
"So, why am I here?" he finally asked aloud.
The being paused, almost contemplatively. "Pure chance. I was selecting randomly for this… experiment."
Alex raised an eyebrow. "Random? There's usually a catch. Do I owe you something?"
A soft, amused hum echoed from the being. "No. Consider it… entertainment. Nothing more."
Alex's eyes narrowed, skeptical. "Entertainment, huh? Sounds simple enough… "
The being said nothing, prompting Alex to continue. "And the world itself… is it part of the wishes? I want to be sure so I don't blow all my wishes on abilities and end up somewhere dangerous."
"No. Your wishes affect abilities only. The rest… depends on my mood," the voice replied, almost teasingly.
Alex nodded, satisfied. "Alright, then. For the world I want… Teen Wolf. That's fine, right?"
"An unusual choice," the being said, voice calm but curious. "Tell me, why this world?"
Alex shrugged. "It's one of my favorite TV shows, honestly. Plus… compared to most, it's relatively safe. Not that safe is exactly safe, but you know what I mean."
A pause. "Very well. Proceed to your wishes."
Alex exhaled. "Okay… first, I want a system that will help me grow my powers."
"Granted," the voice said.
"Second, I want powers like Wolverine's—from X-Men—but adapted to the supernatural rules of Teen Wolf, unique to me."
"Understood," the being replied, amusement quietly threading through the calm tone.
"And third… I want a pack-enhancing ability. I want to form a pack, and the strength, loyalty, and growth of my pack should be connected to me—so that as I grow, they grow; as I survive, they survive; and as I lead, they fight better together. I want it to feel natural, like a true bond rather than just mind control."
The voice was silent for a heartbeat, then spoke with a low, approving hum. "A wise choice. Consider it done. The mechanics of your pack will be unlike any seen in your chosen world. Growth, loyalty, and strength will all be tied to you—and to each other. But remember… bonds can be tested. True power comes not from the wish, but from the choices you make."
Alex nodded, absorbing the weight of it. The three wishes were complete.
With the wishes done, he turned to the smaller details: his appearance, age at reincarnation, memory retention, and more. The thought of starting as a baby made him shiver.
The voice intervened, sensing his panic. "Do not worry. These matters are separate. Choose them freely; no wish required."
Relief washed over Alex. "Oh… hahaha. That's a load off."
Getting serious, he outlined his choices:
"I want to look like a 16-year-old Hugh Jackman… taller than he was at that age. I want to retain all memories from my previous life. Reincarnate me so I awaken at 16, two days before Scott McCall is bitten—so I can understand my powers first. Make me an orphan, with an inheritance, so there are no complications."
"Understood," the being said, a faint smirk in its tone. "Anything else?"
Alex thought for a moment. "No… that should cover the essentials."
"Good. Then prepare. I will send you on your way. Keep things… entertaining. I will be watching."
At that, consciousness slipped from Alex's mind, and the world dissolved into darkness.
When Alexander came to his senses, he realized he was lying in a grand bed inside a room that screamed wealth—luxurious furnishings, decorations, and everything in perfect order. For a moment, he froze, trying to place himself.
"Okay… where are my memories of this life? I can't seem to remember anything," he muttered.
Almost immediately, a hammering pain struck his skull. Sixteen years of memories slammed into his mind like a freight train. He grunted, clutching his head.
"F*ck! That is… brutal. I should have been warned first, damn it!"
As he sifted through the flood, he realized these weren't just memories—they were feelings, too. Joy, fear, excitement, and grief all crashed over him. The memory of his parents' death brought a sharp pang of regret. Maybe choosing to be an orphan without thinking through the consequences had been… hasty.
After a few minutes of sulking, he forced himself to focus. Okay, Alex, get it together. This is now, not then.
He ran through what he knew:
"Firstly… my name is Alexander Creswell. Good, I kept that. I've got a butler and a maid—Sebastian and Nancy—who handle the mansion. Nancy used to be the caretaker when we spent most of our time in Manhattan. Looks like I moved here with Sebastian after my parents died. Secondly… today's my birthday and also the day I awaken my abilities. And thirdly… I'm very rich thanks to the inheritance. Nice, no parents to complicate things. And three days from now, school reopens. That means Scott gets bitten in two days."
Satisfied with the plan in his mind, Alexander swung his legs off the bed and strode to the bathroom. A quick shower and a simple, luxurious outfit—a T-shirt and jeans—later, he emerged from his room.