Snipet #6

I'm hungry....I'm hungry. The words had played over and over in Sara's mind for many months after he had left. She was devastated at first, then resigned to the fact that things just didn't turn out the way she had hoped they would. The thought of her baby buoyed her up and kept her going. He may have been hungry, and she could understand that, but she knew one thing about herself. She would never let her hunger take her over. She wouldn't let anything get in the way of her child's happiness. Not even the wind could do that.

As the Wolf raged on the night of her child's birth, and her pains grew more intense, she feared that she may not always be able to keep her child safe. How would she be able to raise her child alone? How would she keep the wind at bay? Would she be strong enough? The wind rose and fell, her pains swept over her, and she began to have doubts about her ability to handle such a daunting task, but despite her fears, she swore that she would die trying.

Evelyn was born at 3:00 a.m., in a rush of grief, joy and fluid. The wind quieted down, her sweet baby cried, and Sara was content. She sang to her baby, crooning old lullabies her mother and grandmother had sung to her. She shocked herself that she actually remembered these old songs. She felt these women close by as she cradled her daughter in her arms. She felt their loving presence and was convinced that Evelyn would be blessed by them and would grow to be as beautiful and kind as they had been.

Sara tried hard not to wonder what it might mean that her daughter was born on such a night. Evelyn was healthy, and that's all that mattered to her, but as she would soon learn, the wind doesn't howl like that for no reason. The Wolf and the moon had come together that night, and not without purpose. One thing Sara should have remembered is that there is no coincidence in this life. Everything aligns specifically for a desired end.