Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 178 Lucas: Hunt Him Down

LUCAS

Hundreds of wolves flood the forest in search of the elusive vampire, filling my blood with the lust of the hunt and pride in my pack.

Ava's at the lodge and safe. I'm on my way. Kellan's mental voice is a welcome interruption.

Ryder scented him near the border of the human dairy farm. Take a team and move south, in case he's fucking with his trail.

Got it, Alpha.

Now that I don't have to worry about her safety, I can focus on this bastard who has the balls to come to our lands during this sacred time.

My wolf snarls, a vicious rumble deep in our shared chest as we race through the shadowed forest.

Moonlight weaves between the trees, illuminating the underbrush in random patterns, brushing against my dark fur as I weave between ancient trunks.

All around me, howls rise into the night sky. It's an eerie symphony of bloodlust, feral and free, as we rush through the land in pursuit, ready to tear any vampire we catch from limb from limb.

The pack's rage pulses through me, mingling with my own, until I can't distinguish where mine ends and theirs begins.

seething maelstrom that demands vengeance and blood in price for the

my wolves racing alongside me. There.

Vampire.

I lunge in the direction of that unholy scent. My

team northwest.

focus. I sense Kellan's acknowledgment, feel him gathering the wolves under his command to pursue

swing your group around to flank from

undead filth that dared to invade my territory, dared to threaten and kill my

shoulders and mount it on a pike for all to see. A warning to any

perimeter! Sabine, one of my hunters,

in, his mental presence sharp with confusion. But it's... to the south. Opposite

unease winds through my gut. South should lead them away from the

up the scent by the human farms. Kellan again, terse

sickly sweet vampire stench

growl building in my chest. This isn't right. It's too spread out, too perfectly placed at the edges of our

Fuck.

throat. I should have seen it immediately. Multiple trails, each leading in opposite directions—it's a ploy. The leech is trying to lure us out, divide our forces while he laughs

we're missing something vital. Being played for fools by a

in a small clearing, my sides heaving as I cast out with all my senses. Straining for any sign of the vampire's actual location amid the chaos of false trails. But there's nothing. Only the maddening sweetness of his scent scattered to the four winds, taunting

like a whip. We're being toyed with. Ryder, Kellan, take a group