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

vengeance and blood in price for the

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

the 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 flexing as I give myself over to the pure instinct of

your team northwest. Scent leads

way.

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

that dared to invade my territory, dared to threaten and

to see. A warning to

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luck that Hen

do 1, Ryder cuts in, his mental presence sharp with

unease winds through my gut. South

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

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

chest. This isn't right. It's too spread

Fuck.

throat. I should have seen

lure us out, divide our forces while he laughs in

a leaden weight in

vital. Being played for fools by a cunning monster who knows exactly how to manipulate

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 a whip. We're

mind, but I shut that connection down with ruthless efficiency. I understand.