Snipet # 12

Percy Cooper was born on a clear, sunny day in July seventeen years ago, so he didn't really understand the effect the wind could have on a person's soul. He knew one thing, however, and that was that Evelyn had the spirit of the Wolf within her, and he longed to feel that warmth. He just knew it was warm and he wanted to have a piece of that fire for himself.

Percy was his parents only child, and being raised by these two cool, methodical people was rather like living in a walk in freezer with only hanging slabs of meat for companionship. His parents loved him, of that he had no doubt, yet they failed over the years to bestow upon him any physical affection or words of love and encouragement. They were too busy working, praying and keeping the hunger at bay. They trusted that Percy had a good, solid head on his shoulders, that they had raised him well and that he no longer needed their attention. A parent should know you don't cease to watch over your children when they grow older. That's when they really need you, when they are stepping out into the world and seeing the wider scope of things. But Percy's parents had forgotten that there actually was a great big world out there, so they failed to realize that Percy was treading on dangerous ground, even if he was only doing this, at the moment, in his imagination. If they had payed attention, they may have remembered their own youthful disappointment when they discovered that this was it, that there was no grand adventure somewhere beyond the rainbow. Actually, that's most likely why they didn't pay attention. It would have reminded them that beyond their table full of food was a crater in their bellies that could not be filled.

Percy became hungry the day he first noticed Evelyn's fire, and he wasn't afraid of it. It felt good to yearn with such intensity. He felt alive for the first time, and he longed to swallow her whole.