Tangled

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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

that demands vengeance and blood in price for the

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

metallic tang of

Vampire.

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

take your team northwest. Scent leads

way.

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 from the east.

this undead filth that dared to invade my territory, dared to

we do, I'll tear his fucking head from his shoulders and mount it on a pike for all to see. A warning to any bloodsucker who even looks at

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that Hen

with confusion.

thread of unease winds through my gut. South should lead them away from the

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

vampire stench in different locations. Scattered throughout our territory

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

Fuck.

I should have seen

is trying to lure us out, divide our forces

solidifies into a leaden weight in my stomach,

by a cunning monster who knows exactly how to

location amid the chaos of false trails.

tage batter against my mind, but I shut that connection down with ruthless efficiency. I understand. my