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 ran through the snow. Her feet were numb. She shook uncontrollably, but forced herself to keep moving. There was a path. Not well used, but better than the deep snow in the woods. 


The voices chittered in her head; angry she hadn't let them kill the wendigo. She didn't want anyone's blood on her hands; not even his. Leigh came to a clearing and ran out into the moonlight. She craved the light, but feared it. Just before she reached the safety of the other side of the clearing she heard shots and a burning pain spiked through her leg. Leigh fell, her left arm hit the ground, but her right plunged through the snow into space. She rolled away from the black hole. Like the voices, it wanted to swallow her.


The wendigo walked out into the clearing holding the gun in his left hand. 


Chapter 51