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A pale fox-like face stared back at her from the mirror. It had been a long time since she had spared a moment for such vanity. People told her she was beautiful, but what was the use of her beauty? she wondered. She was raised to be the female alpha of her werefox clan, a rare group with an important and sacred mission that had started before her time, but now she just wanted to be an ordinary woman, entitled to live a life with the freedom to love and have a family.
She had bitten a man today. The tradition of the werefoxes was that biting was a mating ritual. Unless forced or acting in self-defense, biting marked a mate for life. When a fox chose a mating partner, it all started with an intentional bite. It was like human consensual s*x. She smiled at the thought. She spent way too
