She'd dreamed of him as a girl, seen their lives unfold in a vision that foretold both enduring love and unendurable loss. Now Chase was her husband, and he nightly took her to heights beyond her imagining.

But the winds of change were blowing, bringing unexpected tragedy and inconsolable tears. The country was on the brink of civil war, and Jenny dreamed of wolves outside the cabin door.

Like one of those wolves intent on prey, Chase pursued vengeance with a single-mindedness that seemed to leave no place for her in his life. Gone was the tender lover who'd conquered her fears, replaced by a savage hunter who more closely resembled his Apache forebears than the lonely boy who'd given her his heart so long ago. This was the dark and faceless stranger who'd once haunted her fantasies, and she swore she'd win him back, not lose him to...Wind of the Wolf.