James My world exists of mountains, sunsets, beautiful dawns, and the music I write. No one knows who I really am, and I like it that way. I don't need people trashing my world: physically or emotionally. Between the greed and the lies; who needs them? I especially don't need a woman in my life; but then chance, a storm and a pack of wolves blow HER into mine ... However, chance is often a circumstance that can be manipulated... Olivia I was about to be the next meal of the resident wolf pack, because I had tripped and fallen on what I thought was snow, but was really a jagged rock. Now I...