Hybrid

Prologue

A/N: Hey all! This is my second story. It's about werewolves, vampires, love, and all that other fun stuff! I hope you like it! If you please comment and vote!! I love feedback. :) XOXO
---Viviane15

*Side Note: I don't own any photos used. At all.*

>>Image: what I imagine the room they're in to look like.<<

I am Samantha Quin. I am a Hybrid.

Hybrids are fabled, dangerous creatures in the paranormal world. Rarely ever created due to the riffs between breeds, Sam is especially strange. The werewolf-vampire hybrid lived a comfortable life among a coven/pack mix that allowed her to openly experience both sides of her, but once she turned sixteen, she was sent to South Haven. South Haven is the best school in the country for the nonhuman. Unfortunately for Sam, the rest of her world does not get along like she'd been taught. Exposed to the hatred and violence caused by the tensions between breeds, Sam struggles to find her place. And as if fitting in wasn't enough, she must also deal with not one but TWO desperate love interests and a war that's growing each and every day outside of South Haven. Will I she find her place? Will she meet "the one"? Can she stop the War before it peace becomes so distant and impossible it pushes the paranormal back into the stone ages? Or will she fail?

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"It's traditional," my mother suggested, looking at my father for his input. She rested a long, pale finger on my forearm. Her vivid blue eyes were glued on my father's warm brown ones. "Yes?"

"Yes," he eventually agreed gruffly. "Traditional. And required."

The sinking feeling of dread in my stomach increased a tenfold. I wasn't so sure I could argue my way out of this. I wrung my hands together nervously, smoothing my blouse--a nervous habit. I was always complaining I never got out enough to but this...this was too far out. A boarding school? In the middle of freaking nowhere? No thanks. I could feel my temper starting to get the better of me as my wolf bristled in my subconcious. I took a deep, calming breathe. "I--we don't like it," I admitted somewhat nervously.

"Honey, it'll be great. It'll get out, away from the boring politics and tiresome drama of the caves," my mother murmured, gently stroking my arm to calm me, like she did when I was a child. My temper was a hot one, due not only to my parents (an alpha wolf and a coven queen) but my genes. I had the same flaws as each one that made me up. Whether that be the werwolf's short fuse when it came to anger or the vampire's tendency to overreact. Together it made me a lethal combination of nerves. Thankfully I was usually very passive. But when something got me fired up? Hide. Simple as that. "Doesn't that sound good, honey?"

My wolf was sated by her words and I shrugged. "I'd be nice to be able to hang out with some new people."

The teenagers here usually kept their distance, obeying ranks and all that bull. I was "Royalty" so I suppose I oughtn't bother with conversation. I hung out with a wolf, Trevor, often. He had joined the Warriors last year so now spent all his time on a pack military camp, defending our community. The packs around us never fought with us. They respected borders and with the exception of a few hungry rouges few if any conflicts occurred. "Yeah," I muttered unhappily. "I'll get over it, guys. I always do."

"We're not sending you away, honey. You understand that, right?" My father laid his hand on my shoulder worriedly. "We hate having to send you there but... We're only having you attend the minimum two years required by the Board of Elders."

I took a deep steadying breath. "I know. I'll be okay."

While deep down my wolf and I were still deeply unsure, it would be interesting to say the least.