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.

the depth of my wrath, the seething maelstrom that demands vengeance

musk of my wolves racing alongside me. There. A trace of

Vampire.

tears from my throat. My blood surges as I lunge in the direction of that unholy scent. My paws devour the distance, powerful muscles flexing as I

take your team northwest. Scent

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

group around to flank from

territory, dared to threaten and kill my people. And

his shoulders and mount it on a pike for all to

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

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

thread of unease winds through my gut. South should lead

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

sweet vampire stench in different

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

Fuck.

I should have seen it immediately. Multiple trails, each leading in opposite directions—it's a ploy.

missing something vital. Being played for fools by a

the vampire's actual location amid the chaos of false trails. But there's nothing. Only the maddening sweetness of his scent

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

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