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.

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

alongside me. There. A trace of sweetness, cloying and

Vampire.

I lunge in the direction of that unholy scent. My

take your team northwest.

the intensity of my focus. I sense Kellan's acknowledgment, feel him gathering

group around to flank from the east. Box the bastard

invade my territory, dared to

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

got the scent near the perimeter! Sabine, one of my

do I, Ryder cuts in, his mental presence sharp with

thread of unease winds through my gut.

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

sickly sweet vampire stench in different locations. Scattered throughout our territory like a

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

Fuck.

trails, each leading in opposite

missing something vital. Being played for fools by a cunning

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

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

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