Author:
Alex McGilvery has been reading since before he can remember, and writing almost that long. He has published 18 books and is author and editor at his imprint Celticfrog Publishing. He lives in Kamloops with his dog and the stories clawing their way out of his head.

A white moose, seen as a spirit animal by the Cree is shot. The hunters are murdered, then the hunting lodges burned to the ground. A group calling themselves the White Moose Clan has declared war on Canada and Spruce Bay is caught in the middle. Jim and Leigh struggle with escalating tensions between groups in town as events spiral out of control.

Spruce Bay

Leigh tried to find a more comfortable position, but it was hard with her left hand handcuffed to a bracket on the wall. There were no windows, and she couldn't reach the door. The only things in the room besides her, was a full bottle of water and an empty pail. Leigh didn't think it would be too long before that was switched. 


Rough lumber formed the walls. The air was cold and had a strange musty smell. The door might have come from her trailer. It looked strange. The floor was cement or rock. Leigh couldn't decide. Either way it sucked the heat from her through her pajamas. She couldn't stop shivering.


She tried screaming again, but was soon hoarse. Ryley came in, sat with his back to the door and stared at her. There was something wrong in the way he looked at her. If she weren't already shivering from cold, he would have made her shiver. 


"Why are you doing this?" she asked through chattering teeth, "You don't have to be like this. "


Chapter 43