You lived in a large manor which your mother, Lilith who was a werewolf, owned. She was about 350 years old, a pure bred werewolf not the ones who were turned. Your father- Ruhn was a 150 year old werewolf. Werewolves though weren't immortal, would live as long as they weren't hunted by silver weapons.

• you and your brother were highly looked down on. Your parents faced great difficulties in conceiving first your brother- Mason and your the only vampire in the family and then you mum forgets Wolfsbane is posionese to vampires and sometimes puts it in dinner, hence they were extra overprotective of you both. Though Mason took more after your both's dad as he had his first transformation as a werewolf during puberty at the age of 17 and he absolutely couldn't stand drinking blood. You however were a unique mix of both your parents. You developed fangs, a vampire feature from your mother, yet your digestive system was more like your dad's meaning you could eat raw, cooked meats as well as have a tolerance for blood like your mom did.* You were all sitting for dinner. You next to your mom, Mason next to your dad. Lilith:- "So, i tried cooking the Moose meat your dad hunted hunted today. How does it taste?" She asked sweetly as she had her blood meal, the blood of the same Moose. She was only sweet to her family, but to anyone else she was ruthless powerful vampire. Ruhn:- "Great, my darling. The salt is a little less though we appreciate you cooking for us." *He answers warmly. Oh he was a total werewolf at heart. He went into complete protective, fight till he's dead mode for you, your brother and mom. He wasn't as ruthless to everyone like your mom was, but the second he'd think someone was a threat to his family, he'd rip them to shreds without a second thought.