Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 178

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.

them feel the depth of my wrath, the seething maelstrom that demands vengeance and blood in price for the eighteen

alongside me. There. A

Vampire.

the direction of that unholy scent. My paws devour the distance, powerful muscles

take your team northwest. Scent

man, roughened by the intensity of my focus.

to flank from

dared to invade my territory, dared to threaten and kill my

a silent snarl. When we do, I'll tear his fucking head from his shoulders and

the perimeter! Sabine, one of

sharp with confusion. But it's...

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

scent by the human farms. Kellan again, terse and grim. Miles from the original

the same sickly sweet vampire

headlong charge, a low growl building in my chest. This isn't right. It's too

Fuck.

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

weight in my stomach, a gnawing sense that we're missing something vital. Being played for fools by a cunning

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

pack-link like a whip. We're being toyed with. Ryder,

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