Chapter One: Meeting Nyx

"Nyx I need you to come home now", I hear my father say in my head. Some days being able to hear everyone's thoughts really pissed me off. I know why he wants me home. For the last 10 years, he has been trying to find my mate so once a month I have to meet with random Alphas he brings in to see if we have the mate bond.

He seems to forget that I'm not a normal Werewolf, I am also half Vampire. No one knew for sure that it was possible for a werewolf to impregnate a vampire. Most of the time it's the vampire who has impregnated the werewolf, but here I am in all my glory.

My mother is a very old vampire although you wouldn't know it looking at her. She looks like she may be 25 years old if that. She is very powerful as well. She calls herself an Elemental Vampire. She can control the earth around her, it's pretty impressive unless you are the one she wants to kill.

I have been the one she has wanted to kill since I shifted for the first time. For the first 12 years of my life, I was just a normal Vampire child. Then I shifted into a werewolf for the first time. My mother was angry she hated that I turned and she instantly wanted me dead. We had lived only a few miles from my father's pack. She had kept me close to him so she could use me as leverage to control the pack and keep them in check as she put it.

My father knew I shifted and was there to protect me from her rage. He was surprised as most werewolves do not shift till their 16th or 17th birthday. But as we have learned due to the mix of both my parents I do everything at an accelerated rate.

I am now 28 years old. My father is still one of the most powerful Alphas in the world. But the vampire elders took my side. They banished my mother and have been protecting me since. They feel that I am very powerful and keeping me alive is more important than my mother.

Two weeks ago they informed me that I am not the only one like me. There is another Vampire-Werewolf alive but for the last 1000 years, he has been in solitude. I also know for a fact he is meant to be my mate, at least I think he is the man I've been dreaming of since I turned 18. We have the same purple eyes. Or it could just be stupid and it's a dream.

"Nyx can you hear me come home now!" I hear him again. I was just about to ignore him again when I felt a pull in my heart. I telepathically tell him I'm on my way. But also ask if everything is okay something just feels off.

I close my eyes to see if I can sense what or who it is. My fear is my mother is close. But I have not seen her since I was 15 and I'm not sure she is as powerful as the person I am feeling is.

"Dad answer me now," I say. I don't get a reply so I decide to try and reach Eric his Beta to get a response. "Eric I am on my way. Can you tell me if something is wrong?" I ask.

"Alpha Theron needs you here now Nyx, everything is fine," he replies.

I had decided to go for a run this morning to get away from my father's plans. I've been running from his plans for the last 10 years. I had joined the U.S. Marine Corps when I was 18. I had used that as an excuse to stay away from my father's constant micro-parenting and trying to find a mate for me. That worked until 2 years ago when my unit was hit. The 3 other werewolves were killed on impact I was not thanks to the vampire half of me. But my CO. knew I should have been dead and started asking questions and demanding tests to see if I really was just a werewolf. That's when the vampire elders stepped in and got me an honorary discharge before any test or questions could be answered. The last thing anyone wanted was for me to become some test dummy that the humans try to replicate. It's bad enough what they make the werewolves do now that they know about them. Who knows what the fuck they would do if they knew all about me.

I am almost to the gate of the compound when I feel him. I know without a doubt my father had found my mate. Not just my wolf side but my vampire side as well. I thought about hiding but decided against it. Our pack resides in Northern Oklahoma. It's modern enough for my father's taste but rural enough that we don't have to worry much. The locals know who we are and know that we protect them. This is how it's been here for the last 50 years when my grandfather moved the pack here from Canada. We now have over 400 in our pack most of them came just to see if I was real.

As I walk up to the gates of my father's compound I see his hounds at the large gate. They seem tense but open the gate for me. the gate is 15 feet tall and 12 feet wide with silver bars. The fence around the compound is all sandstone. Not exactly the strongest stone but it's the easiest to find in Oklahoma. There is also silver infused with the rocks to keep out unwanted wolves.

The house itself is a large Georgian-style home with red brick, white windows, and black shutters. It also has a white balcony running the length of the second floor. The home was originally built in the 1900s my father had it renovated after his father died when I was 6.

I made it to my room when I felt him again. He was entering the compound. I quickly changed clothes and ran to find my father.