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Mason's POV

I am twenty four this year and unlike many of my age mates, I still haven't found my half soul.

Even my father was getting worried because according to our pack rules, I had to have a wife first before I could take over the leadership of our pack.

You see, for us, it isn't like it is with wolves.

For wolves, there is always a half chance that one could be mated to a man omega.

For us it is always man woman and nothing more.

When we visited oracle for the umpteenth time about my lack of a half soul, he told my parents the same thing he usually said: the best braised beef was the one which had been cooked fie hours for the aroma of the spices to sink into the meat and for it to be smooth and tender.

"What do you know about cooking meat and living on blood?" My mother asked the oracle one time when she got fed up.

"My child, when you have lived as long as I have and seem as much as I have, you will learn that good things take time," the oracle answered her and closed