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.

of my wrath, the seething maelstrom that

deeply, seeking past the earth and trees, far past the past the warm musk of my wolves racing alongside me. There. A trace of sweetness, cloying and cold, shot through with the metallic tang of old blood.

Vampire.

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

take your team northwest.

roughened by the intensity of my focus. I sense Kellan's acknowledgment,

to flank from the

filth that dared to invade my territory, dared to threaten

do, I'll tear his fucking head from his shoulders and mount it on a

scent near the perimeter! Sabine, one of my hunters, her excitement bleeding

in, his mental presence sharp with

thread of unease winds through my gut. South

terse and

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

isn't right.

Fuck.

throat. I should have seen it immediately. Multiple trails, each leading in opposite

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

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

We're being toyed with. Ryder, Kellan,

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