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 eighteen wolves I've

far past the past the warm musk of my wolves racing alongside me.

Vampire.

as I lunge in the direction of that unholy scent. My paws devour the distance, powerful muscles flexing as I give myself over to

your team northwest. Scent

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

swing your group around to flank from the east. Box the

to invade my territory,

fucking head from his shoulders and mount it on a pike for all to see. A warning to any bloodsucker who even looks at

the scent near the perimeter! Sabine, one of

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

thread of unease winds through my gut. South should

farms. Kellan again, terse and

voices crowd the pack-link, wolves reporting contact with the same sickly sweet vampire stench in different locations. Scattered throughout our territory

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

Fuck.

trails, each leading in opposite directions—it's a ploy. The leech is trying to lure us out, divide

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

with all my senses. Straining for any sign of the vampire's actual location amid the chaos

whip. We're being toyed with. Ryder, Kellan, take a group each and sweep