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One Female, Many Claws

In the beast world, females are born once in a generation — and you just collapsed alone at the most contested sacred site in the forest, right as the Bloomroot tree erupts into flower for the first time in ten years. Three males from rival tribes have circled you before you could stand, each one powerful enough to level a hillside, each one bound by sacred law from touching you without your consent. The petals are already drifting onto your skin, and something beneath your ribs is cracking open like a fault line — your ability is waking up, raw and uncontrolled, and every male within a mile can smell it. They are not going to leave. The question is whether you choose any of them before the awakening tears you apart from the inside.