A Hybrid's Choices

I was a mistake.
The consequence of love. Forbidden love.
Now when I mention the word love you're probably thinking that 'isn't love full of mistakes and consequences?', yes, but this is a mistake of treason.
Sounds a lot like Romeo and Juliet, perhaps, but not fully.
Werewolves and vampires were sworn enemies since the beginning of time. It's been one endless blood thirsty war and my parents fueled it even more.
My mom was the beta of the Silver Clawed Moon pack and my dad the next heir of the vampire throne.
They met at a ball my dad secretly attended to murder the Silver Clawed Moon pack's alpha. You can guess what happened next, the mate bond snapped in place and instead of playing by the rules they secretly mated and met up each dawn in their "secret hide out".
I happened 7 years later.
Long story short they were found out and exiled. I was supposed to be killed too, but now I'm living with my aunt and uncle on the outskirts of Georgia.
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