Redhawk Caldera The demigorgon stole my sister

Lagan explained and Peregrine's lips twitched at the mention of a monster. It wasn't entirely incorrect. Anyone who would snatch a young puppy from her family had to be some kind of monster. When the boy sang his father's praises, Peregrine's eyes lifted to Trick to make sure he'd understood. He didn't think Trick would dare make fun of Lagan's lisp—Peregrine would have kicked his ass pretty goddamn hard if he so much as tried—but he understood that it could sometimes be difficult to follow.

But maybe Trick wasn't dumb after all. He comprehended Lagan's story and even asked him a few questions. Peregrine wanted to give his nephew the opportunity to answer but he also needed to relay some key information himself. "Liffey, Lagan and Lucy are Elwood and Finley's children. They are the Betas." Trick should know this by now, though if he had given the pair's den a wide berth, Peregrine couldn't exactly fault him for obeying his command. "Some trespasser managed to nab her. Elwood and our Gamma, Shrike, are out looking for her while we," he continued, gazing down at Lagan momentarily, "are holding down the fort."

Looking back up at Eta, he said grimly, "The culprit was black with red eyes. Isn't that right, Lagan?" Elwood had relayed this information to the Alpha via the pup, who had witnessed the abduction with his own eyes. "Any effort to find him and Lucy are appreciated." He paused, wanting to say something else. He considered his audience and his words carefully before adding, "You may want to make sure your medical supplies are stocked. We may need them." His lips pulled into a thin line.