Redhawk Caldera The demigorgon stole my sister

Trick responded to Lagan as if he were an adult, which Lagan liked. It made him feel like one of them, like a contributing member of this conversation. He was about to answer Trick's questions when his Uncle jumped in. The boy closed his pink mouth, allowing the older male to speak. He had kind of wanted to talk himself, but he wouldn't be mad. Lagan was never mad. Sad or scared yes, but he'd never be mean. After Peregrine told Trick about Lagan and his family, the boy shifted his feet excitedly and barked, An big bro Eljay! He then looked to Uncle P, wondering how the alpha could've possibly forgotten about Eljay.

Uncle P explained some more stuff, then described the monster, asking to make sure Lagan agreed. The boy nodded his head, he was spot on. The monster flashed through his mind, those red eyes staring into him. He frowned and shook away the thought. He hated thinking about the monster, and hoped that if he didn't, everything would be ok. But he knew that wasn't true. Peregrine said that any help would be appreciated, and Lagan nodded seriously, forgetting the red eyes and returning to now. Apre- Apprish- Apppreshitted! He exclaimed to Trick, glad to have gotten that word out. He didn't know what it meant, but it sounded smart.