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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

past the past the warm musk of

metallic tang of old blood.

Vampire.

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

team northwest. Scent leads

way.

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

to invade my territory, dared to threaten and kill my people. And

fangs in a silent snarl. When 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

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luck that Hen

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

cold thread of unease winds through my gut. South should lead them

human farms. Kellan again, terse and grim.

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

headlong charge, a low growl building in my chest. This isn't right. It's too spread out,

Fuck.

snarl of frustration rips from my throat. I should have seen it

is trying to lure us out, divide

a leaden weight in

sense that we're missing something vital. Being played for fools by a cunning monster who knows exactly how to

vampire's actual location amid the chaos of false

I shut that connection down with ruthless