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Growing up with my life woven with those of the Halls, I know more about the Gods of this realm than I do the people... Was I spoiled? Some might think so, but my father made sure I wasn't. Just because I am a Prince of House Mazzar and a born royal Mazzar shifter does not mean I know nothing of responsibility and honor. It is in our blood from that first moment of life. I am not the Crown Prince; that goes to my cousin Magnis, thank the Gods. We were born only weeks apart, so we were raised like brothers. I am grateful that I do not have to follow in the King's footsteps; he does. The son of the Alpha of House Mazzar; Gods, I'm thankful I'm not that son. He can have it. I was, however, raised with other royalty. It was more like being raised as a puppy in a litter; we are all tangled up as a family with a wide variety of races and traditions. Yet all of us are so tight-knit we let nothing come between us, and Gods help those who try. Gods; another thing we have in common. A sizable chunk of our family are Gods of the Halls. They did not start that way; it just happened. Then as children were born, some of them full Gods or Goddesses themselves, we sort of morphed into the wilder side of our parents. Don't get me wrong; our parents are pretty wild. You should meet my mother... just saying. The elven races have a rich tradition when it comes to sex. Anywhere, anytime, with anyone; respect your partner, give them the best you have. My father says if she isn't unconscious, you are doing something wrong, but as a shifter, he can be very dominant (aka violent). I've had no complaints. Only a chosen few of us are limited to only one Mate. Unfortunately, Mazzar wolf shifters are one of those, so yeah, I only get one. It doesn't mean I cannot enjoy myself outside of my Mate; it just means I can only have children with her. Some of my aunts and uncles have two Mates, and some have Godhood claims; permanent but not a Mating, a sensual connection without ch