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

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

Vampire.

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

take your team northwest.

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

flank from the east. Box the

this undead filth that dared to invade my territory, dared to threaten and kill my people. And when

from his shoulders and mount it on a pike for all to see. A

perimeter! Sabine, one

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

my gut. South should lead them

the human farms. Kellan again, terse

vampire stench in different locations. Scattered throughout our

headlong 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.

opposite directions—it's a ploy. The leech is trying to lure us out,

into a leaden weight 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

all my senses. Straining for any sign of the vampire's actual

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

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