The Dark

Part 1: Darkness Rising

For a werewolf, Gordon was well fit.

Not that werewolves were ugly but mortality rates, being what they are (silver bullets, omens, chocolate), most werewolves never made it further than adolescence. All nighters howling at the moon preyed havoc on a boy's complexion.

Gordon Dark, however, was a 100% stone cold fox.

His eyes. I don't want to spend too much time discussing them now because we're going to spend almost all of chapters three and seven talking about them but let's just say they were limpid pools that you could almost literally dive into and swim around in. Imagine. You come across a medium sized lake in a forest of trees. The moon is full and in that lake you see a perfect reflection of the moon. And inside the reflection of the lake there is a perfectly smooth white pebble shining like a perfectly smooth white pebble and from inside the water reflecting the moon it, too, reflects the moon and the colour of that moon, reflected inside the reflection of an already diaphanous and brilliantly white moon, that colour, that colour is the colour of Gordon Dark's left eye. 

His other eye was brown.