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

blood in price for the eighteen wolves

the past the warm musk of

with the metallic tang of old blood.

Vampire.

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

team northwest. Scent leads

way.

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,

to invade my territory, dared to threaten and

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 even looks at our lands. Alpha, I've got the scent near the perimeter! Sabine, one of my hunters, her excitement bleeding

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luck that

cuts in, his mental presence sharp with

my gut.

again, terse and grim. Miles from the original trail. What the

voices crowd the pack-link, wolves reporting contact with the same sickly sweet vampire stench in different locations. Scattered throughout our

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

Fuck.

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

The leech is trying to lure us out, divide our forces

a leaden weight

something vital. Being played for fools by a cunning monster

sign of the vampire's actual location amid the chaos of false trails.

ruthless efficiency.