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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Hunt Hen

demands vengeance and blood in price for the eighteen

past the past the warm musk of my wolves racing alongside me. There. A trace

metallic tang of old blood. Death given

Vampire.

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

take your team northwest. Scent leads that

way.

I sense Kellan's acknowledgment, feel him gathering the wolves under his command to pursue the

invade my territory, dared to threaten and kill my

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 our lands.

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that Hen

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

my gut. South

farms. Kellan again, terse

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

This isn't right. It's too

Fuck.

I should have seen it immediately. Multiple trails,

is trying to lure us out, divide

into a leaden weight in my

sense that we're missing something vital. Being played for fools by a

sides 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 there's nothing. Only the maddening sweetnes pack-link like

that connection down with ruthless efficiency. I understand. my wolves' frustration, feel it roiling inside me