Hawks held his ribs, pain shooting through his body. His feathers were all useless…He had nothing left in him to keep fighting.

“Choose one to live…” Argent, Crones middle man, began… “…And one to die.”

Hawks felt his heart in his ears. The girl he had been raising as his own for 3 years. The girl he saw as his daughter…Or his pregnant best friend…How was he supposed to choose?