Acceptance

There have been hybrids throughout history, no matter whose perspective it is told in. Achilles, for example, is a legendary hybrid being a demigod. Being a hybrid can give you the best of both worlds, make you as powerful as those whom are full god-- in the case of Achilles. Some hybrids have fatal weaknesses. Mine is being a hybrid in itself.

Half vampire and half werewolf, a combination in itself that could have you murdered faster than a suspected witch in Salem. Vampires have no compassion for you, as you could give them a deadly infection with a single bite. Most of them write you off immediately, as you cannot feed from live humans without risking potentially marking them. While having a random human follow you around like a lost puppy seems "cool," it is epically frowned upon by the werewolf community, whom already hate your guts. Not only can they not infect you, thusly making it extremely hard to kill you, being half werewolf allows you to drink werewolf blood, thusly making it extremely easy to kill them. You could single handedly take down a dozen young wolves, with enough stealth. That is, if you wanted to put a bounty on your head. Which would ultimately lead to getting your brains smashed in.

To make matters worse, I-- the outcast of all outcasts-- have a werewolf mate! Vampires can merely imprint. It is usually on humans, leaving you with a moral dilemma of turning them to suffer with you for all eternity and possibly resent you or watching them grow old, possibly resent you, and die. Werewolves on the other hand have soul mates, some werewolf hand picked by an almighty, all powerful Goddess just for you. It is a beautiful rite of passage given to beautiful creatures, not blood sucking immortals that are often seen as evil.

So, here I am. A twenty two year old blood sucker with a heart beat about to move into a pack house, to be bonded to a werewolf that loves me because the magical Goddess told him to.