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The Gift
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Ongoing, First published Apr 16, 2022
Mature
A life as a rogue when everyone thinks your not. Having Alpha blood but not wanting to take  over. Knowing your life is about to take a turn for the wilder. Will it be for better or worse? How about  living in the fear of the elders. What if...

this was all caused because of the 10 gifts:
Perception
Agility
Gravity
Time
Elements
Sound
Strength
Speed
Truth
Fate

Would you live in this world with this life? I know I do.
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They said the Hunt was sacred. That if I was chosen, it meant fate. But fate didn't feel like a mouth on my skin or claws at my back. It felt like blood. Mine. For years, I stayed hidden. Quiet. Unclaimed. I stole seeds from the state fields, grew food in secret, fed my family from soil and silence. I did everything right - stayed beneath their radar, beneath their noses. I didn't make waves. I didn't ask for more. But monsters never forget a scent. And when the Hunt came, I was scented. Tracked. Taken. I stabbed him. I buried the blade in his shoulder and watched him bleed. It didn't matter. Because he still bit me. And the world saw. Now my face is on every screen. The girl who didn't run. The girl who fought back. Some call me a rebel. Some call me a mate. But they all forget one thing. I wasn't made to be claimed. I was made to survive. And if they want to collar me, cage me, crown me - they'll have to reckon with everything I've kept buried beneath the roots. Because I am not the flower. I'm the fire beneath it. Rewrite version of formerly known book Escaping the monsters Embrace