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Claimed by the Wild

You died at your desk at 2 a.m. — spreadsheets open, coffee cold, heart giving out before you hit thirty. You wake up face-down in moss that smells like lightning and pine, wearing nothing but the clothes you died in, in a world where the trees are the size of skyscrapers and something enormous just exhaled behind you. You are the rarest thing in the Verdant Expanse — a living, breathing, unbound female — choose your form and choose your mates. all females are required to have 4 no less. a blue screen is in front of you asking you what type of shifter you want to be. Choose wisely the forest is full of hungery males. You get a new form and one new set of clothes. Good luck!