He wasn't supposed to meet her, and he wasn't supposed to forget her, once he had. Trace Whitefeather wanted escape from the People, if only to have a life that wasn't the shadow of his great father, Dutchester Whitefeather. As the last remaining Feather Men, the last of their kind, Dutch and Trace had an uneasy truce for the time being. Trace could leave the ways of his People when he settled down. For now, he was allowed a temporary escape--perhaps to tame down his willful ways. Trace had other plans. He had to leave before he suffocated, trapped under his father's wing. Aubrey Rosenbloom, and her sister Elana were never to come upon he and his cousin hiding out in a cave. Or, find them to be their equals. But when Elana gets the fever and Trace and his cousin are the only men willing to take on the responsibility of saving her, Trace Whitefeather is exactly the kind of man Aubrey Rosenbloom was meant to share her life with. She's willing to protect him to the end, if only he lets her in his heart. After all, destiny is ruled by fate and no man, red or white, messes with fate. The journey of the damned will bring a son and father together, pull sisters apart, expose enemies best forgotten, and keep the dark shadows from crossing over the soul twice in one life.