"Yeah. I guess we need a plan of action." Scott responded, looking around the room at everyone.
I smiled as I saw the determination in his eyes. 'Good. He's sticking to his decision from earlier.'
"Some new information has come to light about the origins of the hag. Due to that information, we have decided that it's best course of action, to kill her"
I watched as everyone straightened up and some demanded to know the new information.
Scott looked at me pleadingly, so I strode forward and stood beside him, to take over the explanation.
"A hag is made from the cursed spirit of a woman. More specifically, it is made when a child serial killer drowns. This can be accidental or purposeful. I guarantee that you will never meet a hag that has killed less than 20 children. You have to be really evil to become a hag."
A few of the pack looked like they were going to be sick, when I mentioned child killer.
"I would bet good money that the hag is responsible for the dead students around the school."
They looked at me in surprise and I caught Scott giving me a disbelieving face.
"Yes Scotty," I looked at him with amusement, my eyes flicking to Peter briefly, "I already knew that you weren't there to creep on the students."
He went to speak but we were interrupted as the door across the room opened, showing Brucie.
"Daddy," he spoke quietly and looked back into the room behind him, before stepping out and closing the door, "I... I dreamt about her again."
I sighed sadly and jogged over to him, lifting him into my arms.
He curled into my arms and I could feel the small tremors in his body.
"Hey, hey, calm down. She's gone. You know that. You did it and she's never coming back."
Brucie nodded and I felt him slowly calming down.
"What brought this on?"
I looked down at him and brushed the hair from his face.
"I heard you talking about one of them. Is it controlling the monsters that attacked us?"
I looked around at the pack and saw them all watching our interaction silently.
"Maybe, Brucie. Maybe. But we're going to stop her. She isn't going to come near you. I won't let her. And if she does manage it, then we'll all save you. Me, your sister and the pack. You're safe here, Brucie."
He nodded and looked around the room, at the others, his gaze lingering on Peter.
I followed his eyes, smiling, when I saw who he was watching.
"Is that the lonely wolf?"
I smiled down at him, looking up at Peter who had a shocked expression on his face.
"Yes, he is. Do you want to meet him?"
Brucie nodded and I walked over to Peter, crouching down so that we were just about level with the said male.
"Peter, I would like you to meet my son, Bruce Harper."
Peter smiled kindly at Bruce. I looked down and Brucie was staring at Peter with awe filled eyes.
"You'll forgive his behaviour, I have somewhat idolised your in their bedtime stories."
Peter gave me a questioning, startled, look and held his hand out for Brucie to shake.
Brucie took his hand and smiled brightly, moving closer.
"Brucie, this is the lonely wolf and the burnt wolf, he's called Peter Hale."
Brucie nodded and moved closer to Peter.
"It's nice to meet you, Mr.Hale, Sir!"
Peter shook his head and waved his hand airily.
"Just Peter, will do."
Bruce nodded that he would do as asked and I smiled as I stood up.
"Peter, I may have neglected to tell you a few little details."
Peter looked at me suspiciously.
"Like what?" He asked as he allowed Brucie to sit down beside him.
"Brucie, why don't you tell him while I continue talking with the others?"
Brucie nodded and I headed over to Scott and Derek.
They looked at me curiously and I held a finger to my lips.
"Tell me what his face looks like?"
They didn't fully understand but they looked over each of my shoulders, at Peter, anyway.
I listened from where I was, amused by the stunned silence that followed Brucie's words.
"You're my godfather, Mr.Peter!"
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