I ruined my first life, I'll admit to that. My second? I loved, until it was ripped away from me. Now I am on my third and I am determined to make it my last. I've been gone. Sentenced to sleep for 250 years thanks to a dagger, some witches, and a werewolf. My family and my mate have forgotten and abandoned me. As for my enemies? Well believe it or not - I certainly didn't - there the ones saving me. They tell me I am destined for great things, they say the fate of all wolves depends on me - A newborn vampire. If I don't help them, they'll all die. If I do, I'll have to face some people Id rather die before seeing again. Maybe, this will be my chance to get this life things right. If not? Well, hopefully, someone puts me out of my misery.