When a pack of rogues tries to harm Natasha's babies and steal the pack, she must make her choice. Will it be the end of the line? Will Tasha, freshly turned herself, stay fierce and fight for her loved ones, or will she just give up and let the enemy take over?

"Ms. Clause what would you like to write on this letter?" "Will it be delivered to him?" I asked the man in front of me. "Ms. Clause, I'll make sure it does," the man responded with a full smile while tapping the pen slowly on the desk. "May I write it?" He handed me the pen and the elegant piece of paper. "I had plans. I had dreams that extended out of this world and lived amongst the stars. They formed constellations in the brilliant night sky that would vanish as soon as the blinding sun would wake up. But my heart was too weak and the sun never seemed to set. . . " A couple tears slipped away. I found it hard deciphering if they were tears of happiness or sadness. A smile covered my worries while I elegantly finished writing out the letter. I explained everything while clearly imagining the smile that would take form on his lips and the storm that would be raging In his eyes. "Your Flightless Bird, Rose." ❄❄ "American Mouth, Flightlessness Bird" by Iron and Wine ❄❄~Lisz.