My sister and I woke up in a beastmen world. The Beast God descended and told us to choose our fate. Option one: become a warrior woman, with savage strength powerful enough to crush anything and a body built for combat. Option two: become a blessed priestess, with peak fertility and a figure that would drive every male into a frenzy. In our last life, my sister grabbed the warrior path without a second thought. I got stuck as the weak, dangerously desirable priestess. After her transformation, she looked like a bulky sasquatch. The males of the tribe shunned her. She ended up with three broken, half-crippled rogue beastmen. I got the opposite. This body of mine became the obsession of the three strongest, most beautiful apex males on the territory. They rose to rule the entire redwood forest. I became the Supreme She-Wolf by default. Glory beyond measure. My sister's jealousy curdled into madness. She dragged me into a sulfur bog that reeked of Yellowston......
