While it's true that opposite attracts, the level in which Joanna and Lyssa were drawn to one another is an entirely new level. Their relationship was short-lived - four months, at the very most - but it was fueled by an intense passion. Dominic has never known how it came to be, nor was he ever interested. He knew it involved a bar fight, but the specifics were never dwelled upon by Joanna. All he's aware of was that he was dropped off at the doorstep of Joanna's small, two-room house in the middle of Nowhere, Ohio. According to Joanna, she always knew his heritage, hence why she always made sure he was aware of it too. Dominic can only assume it's because Joanna was fully aware of the kind of woman - or genderfluid being, really - she'd slept with. He never felt the urge to ask, though, because whenever his other mother was remotely implied, Joanna would shut him down.
For the most part, Dominic grew up content with what he knew. At least he didn't suffer from identity issues and questioned his lack of a paternal figure. For the better part of his childhood, it was just him and his mother, isolated from humanity in the middle of the world's fastest developing country. And then... then her mother met Dominic Sr. He isn't Dom's actual father, obviously, but given the fact their names were identical, and they somehow had to be differentiated from one another, the man had taken a shine to calling Dom Junior, henceforth making him Senior. In all sincerity, Dominic didn't like Dominic Sr. He was a jackass who got drunk and made his life a living hell. But he made Joanna happy, and that's all he could ever want. That goes without mentioning that he was under the impression that Senior was the biological father of all his little half-sisters, born when he was right in the middle of his childhood.
Aware of the imminent attacks due to his heritage, Dominic had always attempted to put space between himself and his little sisters. But it seemed it was easier said than done. Like every baby, there was just this thing about his little sisters that made him gravitate towards thrm. They were both so small, so vulnerable, and all Dominic wanted to do was protect them all as best as he could. That was why he was always looming over them, watching them, ensuring Senior never got too close. He always reeked of beer and perfume that very clearly didn't belong to their mother. Every time Dom realized this, he was quick to fight with Senior, dominated by an intense burst of rage that typically led to him taunting Senior, trying to get him to fight him. While he was close to doing so, Senior never lifted a hand against Dom. Every time, Joanna was able to stop them from bursting into a fight. Until one time... she couldn't.
Dom was eleven. His temper was becoming increasingly worse as the years passed. He never got along with the children in his town - they were snotty, despite being from the same social class as him. They often attempted to goad him into a fight, and more often than not, Dom gave it to them. It was becoming increasingly common for him to get home with injured knuckles and bad injuries. Joanna knew time was running out - Lyssa had warned her that their son would face hardships during his life, including being hunted down by monsters. In part, that was why she and Dom lived in a town that was literally in the middle of nowhere. She hoped that by isolating him, the attacks would never come. But the fact that Dom knew of his heritage - that he knew who he was - didn't have a positive effect on his scent. Her daughters' true heritage didn't make things easier either, though Joanna was still clueless at this point that they'd been the result of her one time affair and not all the sex she had with her husband.
He was twelve when it finally happened, at the hands of a myrmeke. He was in the woods behind his house, collecting firewood for a bonfire his mother would be hosting that night. Unexperienced despite his knowledge of his heritage, he sustained heavy injuries. Dominic likely would have perished in that fight, if not for the animals that lived in the woods and the loud shouts his mother heard. In the midst of his rage, he caused two nearby dogs to become rabid, allowing him to control them long enough to attack and distract the myrmeke while he attempted to make an escape. The dogs died in their fight, but Dominic was able to put distance between himself and the monster. His mother facilitated the kill by providing him with the one thing Lyssa had left behind for her son; a sword. While the myrmeke killed the dogs, he was able to plunge it into the myrmeke, thus killing it. He later passed out, and was unconscious for 72 hours straight.
Because of the lack of knowledge on any potential safe havens for kids like her son, Joanna implored him to at least attempt to train on his own. She was useless with medieval weaponry; he was essentially on his own, with his sword and survival instincts. Dominic saw the reasoning behind his mother's advice, and did good on it, training with his sword for up to eight hours a day. All he ever did was eat, sleep and train. He wanted to do his best, to push beyond his limits, not just for his safety but for his sisters'. He had to stick around for them, he knew that, but not if he couldn't defend them both on his own. It was his motivation. Even as the world was thrusted into a state of chaos, plagued by the worst war mankind had ever experienced to date, he trained. Until... he was nineteen. The United States were going to enter a global war - he knew as much. He'd likely be one of the first drafted, given the fact he never went to school, let alone uni. He was disposable.
The only reason for which he was spared from what was likely to be his demise was none other than Artemis, her hunt and his sisters. His sisters, who by then knew who they truly were - daughters of Ares, Deimos and Eris. A son of Lyssa & three daughters of violent gods, living under the same roof. It was surprising that the same person had attracted four gods and goddesses with a proclivity for violence, when her kids turned out to be entirely different. Regardless, all four were well-trained, and Artemis could see that though she addressed Dom with an intense dislike. It always seemed as though he were a word away from being turned into a jackalope. You see, Artemis and her hunt were nearby, dealing with a sudden surge in monster activity, when they stumbled across all three siblings trying to kill a laistrygonian giant. With the aid of the hunt, the giant was quickly put down, but the fact remained that they were stuck in a sticky situation.
The girls had been trained by Dom with the same routine he'd undergone; eight strict hours of just training and nothing else. It was draining, but effective. They presented the same skills a lot of Artemis' hunters possessed. They had a knack for monster slaying, and it was very clear. Artemis wanted them to join her hunt, and it seemed Dominic's sisters wanted to join. That said, not all three were old enough - the older two, maybe. Artemis & her hunt camped out nearby while the two girls debated whether to join or not. They had a lot to win and a lot to lose, so it all balanced out, but were they ready to abandon their family for another? Dominic didn't think they were, and told them as much. They... well, they didn't take it too well. To this day, he's sure their decision to join was fueled by pettiness. If only they'd known what was to come.
After his sisters left, it was just Dom and his last sister for a while. They were inseparable and often went on hunts together, all to distract themselves from the loss of the rest of their family. Ultimately, she made the same decision; she wanted to leave for the hunt. Joanna was understandably heartbroken; this meant all her little girls would be gone. And Dom... well, he was angry. It just - it felt wrong. It didn't feel right. But his sister was adamant, and he had no other option but to agree to take her out to the last known location of the hunters. It was a dangerous trek, given it was just very recently that the USA had entered a war, but they were able to get to the Hunters' camp relatively unharmed. However, it was the middle of the night when they did, and they were pretty sure there were monsters lurking nearby. For that reason, they decided to attempt and enter the Hunters' camp. As you'd imagine, it didn't go down so well.
While Dominic's sister was able to join the Hunt once Artemis understood what had been going on. However, Dominic wasn't so lucky. Apparently, men weren't allowed within camp grounds unless they were part of the hunt's wolf pack. How was he supposed to know? It's not like he studied Greek Mythology for a living or anything of the like. As you'd imagine, Artemis was enraged by his boldness to state as much. He still thinks it was an overreaction, actually. What did she do? Well, she turned him into - yes, you got it right - a wolf. He was forced to join the goddess's pack, as a punishment for trying to sneak into her hunters' camp and attempt to do only Zeus knows what. On the bright side, at least he was now immortal, right? At least that's what his sisters told him, who were - well, understandably angered. They'd not anticipated this. Jo was now alone, with no clue that her four children were now immortal.
Dominic wasn't the only male turned against his will; it seemed the entire pack was, with just a few exceptions. And as it turned out, not all were men. There were two, which he knew to be females. Over time, he was able to let go little by little of his anger, allowing himself to grow closer to those in the same predicament as him. Through all those years, he was loyal to Artemis and her hunt, despite everything he was forced to endure. He found out Senior was drafted into the second world war even after he was able to evade the first one, and had died in combat. He discovered his mother had developed cancer and passed away. He even saw one of his own goddamn sisters die at the hands of a Lydian Drakon. The years have not been kind to Dominic, nor have they been peaceful. At the very least, though, he was given his freedom in early 2018. They claim it was due to good conduct and being thoroughly loyal to the hunt, but honestly, Dom still believes Artemis feels at least somewhat sympathetic to everything the lot of them have undergone.
With his newfound freedom, he and the rest of the pack made way for Camp as now aging mortals.