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

Jim took a swallow of cold coffee and shuddered. Even hot police coffee was nasty stuff. He'd read through the rest of the wendigo book; there wasn't much more to go on than they already had. Wendigo had appetites that expanded as they ate. They didn't plan on becoming monsters, it was a consequence of their hunger. The same with most criminals Jim had met. Few people planned on being bad.


"Sleep?" Marie sat on a desk. "You aren't any good to anyone if you're off your head with exhaustion."


"Leigh is out there, every hour that passes makes it less likely that she's alive."


"True, but how long would you want to be held captive by the children who killed those two men?"


"Right." Marie jumped to her feet. "We can sleep later."


"Someone is using children to commit murder. They seem to be especially interested in Leigh."


"What did Leigh say about this wendigo?"


Chapter 44