Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 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 welcinterruption.

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 | don't have to worry about her safety, | can focus on this bastard who has the balls to cto 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 | 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 | can't distinguish where mine ends and theirs

begins.

Good. Let them feel the depth of my wrath, the seething maelstrom that demands vengeance and blood in price

for the eighteen wolves I've lost.

I inhale deeply, seeking past the earth and trees, far past the past the warm musk of my wolves racing alongside

me. There. A trace of sweetness, cloying and cold, shot through with the metallic tang of old blood. Death given

form.

Vampire.

A vicious growl tears from my throat. My blood surges as | lunge in the direction of that unholy scent. My paws

devour the distance, powerful muscles flexing as | give myself over to the pure instinct of the chase.

Kellan, take your team northwest. Scent leads that way.

Even my mental voice sounds more beast than man, roughened by the intensity of my focus. | sense Kellan's

acknowledgment, feel him gathering the wolves under his command to pursue the trail.

Ryder, swing your group around to flank from the east. Box the bastard in.

We'll catch this undead filth that dared to invade my territory, dared to threaten and kill my people. And when

we do...

My lips peel back from gleaming 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 even looks at our lands.

Alpha, I've got the scent near the perimeter! Sabine, one of my hunters, her excitement bleeding through the

mind-link.

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

Sabine.

A cold thread of unease winds through my gut. South should lead them away from the trail, not...

Picking up the scent by the human farms. Kellan again, terse and grim. Miles from the original trail. What the

fuck?

More voices crowd the pack-link, wolves reporting contact with the ssickly sweet vampire stench in different

locations. Scattered throughout our territory like a web of dark corruption.

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

placed at the edges of our land. Almost like...

Fuck.

A snarl of frustration rips from my throat. | should have seen it immediately. Multiple trails, each leading in

opposite directions—it's a ploy. The leech is trying to lure us out, divide our forces while he laughs in the

shadows.

The unease solidifies into a leaden weight in my stomach, a gnawing sense that we're missing something vital.

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

I halt in a small clearing, my sides heaving as | 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 sweetness of

his scent scattered to the four winds, taunting me.

Fall back, | command, my mental voice cracking through the pack-link like a whip. We're being toyed with. Ryder,

Kellan, take a group each and sweep through the area.

Snarls of protest and bloodthirsty rage batter against my mind, but | shut that connection down with ruthless

efficiency. I understand my wolves’ frustration, feel it roiling insidelike a living thing. But charging blindly

through the night while our enemy lurks in the shadows is exactly what he wants.

I will not be goaded. | will not be ruled by base instinct when the lives of my pack are at risk. Grinding my fangs

together, I turn sharply and begin loping back the way | came. Back to the lodge, to Ava.

Hunt, my wolf snaps. Rend them. Don't be a fool.

Every inch ofrebels at running from this fight, at showing weakness to our foe. But this is a battle of wits, not

claws and fangs. The vampire wants to throw us off balance, divide our focus so he can slip through our

defenses.

There's only one thing he wants.

Ava.

I won't allow it.

As | race through the night-shrouded forest, the simmering unease crackles into a sense of foreboding so intense

it borders on dread.

A vampire openly taunting us, attacking my people on a sacred night of mourning... it speaks to a level of

arrogance, of complete disregard for our strength, that sets my hackles on end.

It's been over a century since the last conflict between wolf and vampire. What does this vampire have behind

him, to believe he can handle what this brings to his door?

This creature is planning something. Something terrible and bloody and brutal. | can't shake the sinking feeling

that we're already three steps behind.

Dancing to a tune of death and madness composed by a mind that knows neither mercy nor fear.

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