Redhawk Caldera The demigorgon stole my sister

Peregrine wanted to help Elwood search for Lucy, though he knew Shrike was already on the case too. So the Alpha hung back, sticking close to the pack's center to help keep an eye on the other Blackthorns and make sure Finley wanted for nothing, no matter how awkward things still were between the two of them. He ached for the missing girl, the wound Peter's death had torn into his heart ripped open again by this grave development. At least there was still hope for Lucy that she could be found and brought back home alive.

Presently, the Alpha prowled toward the Beta pair's den with a fat hare swinging from his jaws. En route, he saw movement between the trees and veered to investigate it. He found Lagan slouched against a rock. Beyond him, he spotted Trick. Peregrine's hackles prickled. He went to stand over his nephew, gently setting the carcass beside the resting boy and keeping his eyes fixed on Trick. He might have been fun to look at but after what had happened to Lucy, Peregrine did not feel open or trusting to anyone he didn't know very well.

"Trick," he greeted, voice stiff. He wouldn't tell Trick to go, however his tone warned him from getting any closer to the pup. "What're you doing out here by yourself?" he added, finally peeling his eyes away from the subordinate and gazing down at the tuckered-out cub. "Here," the Alpha said, nudging the dead rabbit toward him, "eat something."