

WOLFVILLE
In the heart of Wolfville, Timmory, a young woman torn between a craving for freedom and the pull of loyalty, stumbles upon mysterious tracks and unsettling burn marks on Gaspereau Mountain. As she navigates the complexities of new friendships, familial expectations, and her own restless spirit, an ancient, terrifying secret begins to stir. Will her love for Julia bind her to a predetermined fate, or will she uncover the truth before it consumes her?Old grey fur clung to the feet, the sole remnants of the rabbit. Timmory Cross stared, her camera hanging from her neck as she crouched to poke the carcass with a stick. Its long padded feet were kicked together, spine twisting through leaf litter and clotted with dry red blood. Most of its bones were missing. It didn't look much like itself, not even the skull.
She fixed the camera to her eye. The eye socket stared back. Timmory snapped a few photos of her subject, unsure of what happened to the creature to have it sprawled so elegantly in repose. It couldn't have been a kill. She nudged it with her toe, disturbing channels of ants sipping the sugars of its decay. She exposed the scavengers that picked it apart and took photos of them too. Fragments of lives fascinated Timmory. That was usually why she came to Gaspereau Mountain.
