Chapter 27: A Missing ShamanGWYN WRESTLED THE TRUCK AROUND another sharp turn, sending its headlight beams lurching into the dark bush. Trying to maintain his link with the pack while driving was turning the pursuit into a series of near misses with ditches. To make things worse, while the pack could chase the trail straight through the bush, he had to follow the few roads that cut through the area. He swore as the pack changed direction again, forcing him to double back to a road they’d just passed. He wrenched the wheel around.
Ed grabbed at the door handle to steady himself. Caz, sitting in the middle, clung to the dashboard.
Gwyn looked at Ed. “So would Walter Keejek agree with your windigo theory?”
Ed didn’t answer right away. “Walter knows more about the Windigo spirit than anyone
