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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.

Good. Let them feel the depth of my wrath, the seething

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Lisas Hunt Hen

demands vengeance and blood in price for the eighteen wolves I've

the earth and trees, far past the past the warm musk of my wolves racing

the metallic tang of old blood. Death

Vampire.

vicious growl 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

your team northwest. Scent leads that

way.

mental voice sounds more beast than man, roughened by the intensity of my focus. I sense Kellan's acknowledgment, feel him gathering the wolves under his command to pursue the trail. Ryder, swing your group around to flank

territory, dared to

mount it on a pike for all to see. A warning to any bloodsucker who even looks at our lands. Alpha, I've got

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luck that

in, his mental presence sharp with confusion. But it's... to the south. Opposite direction

through my gut. South should lead them away from

by the human farms. Kellan again, terse and grim. Miles from the original trail. What the

the same sickly sweet vampire stench in different locations. Scattered throughout our territory like a

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

Fuck.

of frustration rips from my throat. I should have seen it immediately. Multiple trails, each leading in

ploy. The leech is trying to lure us out, divide our forces while he laughs

unease solidifies into a leaden

missing something vital. Being played for fools by

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

with ruthless efficiency. I understand.