Rumours ; A Doorway Closed

There’s one. A human in bestial form, a distorted wolvish head and impossibly sharp teeth, ceases its feeding and chances a fearful look at you before looking left. Kel breaks cover suddenly, and runs for the guttering black portal, even as it starts to collapse.
“No..no no NO!” you yell, “Do NOT!”
She ignores you. Her head tilts backwards in that way that she always used to have, and with a giggle of terror mixed with elation at perhaps getting back home, she jumps through and into the darkness. A talon swipes at where she would have been a moment later. Her passage accelerates the collapse, just as you knew it would. There is space for just one more, but the equilibrium is gone. You step forward but now you know – You are not going to get those few desperate yards before the doorway finishes and leaves you stranded again in this backwards world.
This is not fair.
Eighteen months.
You engineered this.
It was you who did all the work and opened this last doorway back home before the tooth on the cog clicked clockwise to another singular alien world.
“Wait!” you shout
“WAIT!” you scream, “It’s not FAIR!”
CLICK
The doorway closes.
A wave of despair hits you. You fall to your knees. One of the Were laughs. Its mirth is human in form.
You turn, and draw your blade from its sheath. Your hand tightens around the haft of the one thing that will always be with you, and always be your friend when everyone else deserts you.
“What the fuck are you laughing at?” you demand of the creature, even as it ends its mirth and turns to look straight at you, “Do you know who I am?”