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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

vengeance and blood in price for the

past the past the warm musk of my

metallic tang of old blood. Death given

Vampire.

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 that

way.

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

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

fucking head from his shoulders and mount it on a pike for all to see. A warning to any bloodsucker who even looks at our lands. Alpha, I've got the scent near the perimeter! Sabine,

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that Hen

presence sharp with confusion. But it's...

gut. South should lead them

Kellan again, terse and grim.

pack-link, wolves reporting contact with the same sickly sweet vampire stench in different locations. Scattered throughout our territory like a web of

slow my headlong charge, a low growl building in my chest. This isn't right.

Fuck.

my throat. I should have seen it immediately. Multiple

leech is trying to lure us out, divide our forces while he

solidifies into a leaden weight in my

missing something vital. Being played for fools by a cunning monster who knows

sign of the vampire's actual location amid the chaos of false trails. But there's nothing. Only the maddening sweetnes pack-link like a whip. We're being loved

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