Chapter 17: The CatGWYN STARED AT THE PASSING forest darkening in the failing light as Ed negotiated the truck along the twisting logging road toward town. No one had spoken since they’d left the scene of Mary’s death. Caz, sitting between them, finally broke the silence. “So what’s a windigo?”
Gwyn snorted. “A story to scare kids.”
“A windigo,” Ed said, ignoring him, “is a person infected by the immortal Windigo spirit.”
“Which is…bad?”
“They change into a flesh-eating monster,” Gwyn said.
“They shapeshift, you mean?” Caz asked. “And you are having trouble believing that? You, who can change into a carnivorous beast?”
“It’s not the same thing,” he said. “The Heroka exist. We’re not some myth.”
“The Windigo spirit is the spirit of hunger,” Ed said, “a hunger born of greed and glutto
