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.

maelstrom that demands vengeance and blood in price for

musk of my wolves racing alongside me. There. A trace of sweetness, cloying and cold, shot through with the metallic tang

Vampire.

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

take your team northwest. Scent

my mental voice sounds more beast than man, roughened by the intensity of my focus. I sense Kellan's acknowledgment,

group around to flank from the east. Box

filth that dared to invade my territory, dared

I'll tear his fucking head from his shoulders and

Sabine, one of my hunters,

I, Ryder cuts in, his mental presence sharp with confusion. But it's... to

through my gut. South should lead them

by the human farms. Kellan again, terse

contact with the same sickly sweet vampire stench in

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

Fuck.

immediately. Multiple trails, each leading in opposite directions—it's a ploy. The

in my stomach, a gnawing sense that we're missing something vital. Being played for fools by a cunning monster who knows exactly how to

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

We're being toyed with. Ryder,

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