Reclaimed (Wolf in Exile Part 4): Werewolf Shifter/Vampire Paranormal Romance Read Online Free Page B

help me?”
    Danika held up her palms, sheepishly. “I’m already in enough trouble as it is. I’ll catch you later and we can talk about it more. Maybe at dinner time before I head out to a party.”
    “Wait!” Kalena placed her palm on Danika’s shoulder. “If my memories could help Thane put Gavril away for good, wouldn’t you want to help me for that reason alone?”
    Danika’s gaze shifted downward as she contemplated the question. She then pulled a card out of her back pocket and handed it to Kalena. “Invite only party. There will be vampires. If you can get someone to drive you out, then come if you dare.”
    Danika exited the room just as quietly as she had entered.
    Kalena glanced down at the blood-red invite with only a set of coordinates written in black on it. She stood in silence, looking at the shelves and volumes of books before her until she realized they obviously didn’t contain the answers she sought. As she turned to head out of the library, she knew she had already made her decision.

CHAPTER FIVE
    “ I ’ve got a reservation here tonight with a friend,” Thane told the human greeter at the door of the restaurant.
    “Your name, sir?” the greeter inquired.
    “Thane Silex.”
    There were two hybrid guards standing on either side of the greeter. They eyed Thane suspiciously as the greeter checked the guest log.
    “You’re not listed,” she said.
    “Impromptu meeting,” Thane replied.
    “Let me have the name of your guest,” she demanded.
    “Tor.”
    The name had barely left his lips before Tor opened the velvet curtains leading to the restaurant’s main area and stepped out. The guards and the greeter instantly fell back.
    “Welcome, friend. I’ve been waiting.” His face was slightly flushed, which only happened when a vampire had just finished a meal.
    “Hello, Tor.”
    Tor led him to a private area of the restaurant, a small section cornered off by folding screens. The table was already set, complete with gold plates and utensils and silk linens. The champagne glasses were chilled but empty before the server popped the cork and filled them. The waitress finalized the selections and then they were left alone.
    Tor was at least five hundred years old, but he’d spent a good part of his existence in voluntary deep slumber. His blackish-blue hair was slicked back with a light coating of gel. He’d been made when he was still young, twenty-five to be exact, and was one of the older vampires in existence. Luxar, who was not currently in voluntary slumber, was likely the oldest. Tor’s coven was the only one made up of both purebred vampires and hybrids, but then again, the man had always been unique in his ways. He was known by all as the vampire who would not accept a position as one of UCON’s Heads because he preferred his privacy.
    “I’m glad you could make it,” Tor said. “I thought UCON would have held you up.”
    “And I thought I would be at UCON longer than a few hours,” Thane said.
    “What happened?”
    “There was a discussion and then I was stripped of my title.”
    “Stripped?” Tor held his head back and laughed. “Is that what Luxar is up to these days…stripping titles?”
    “I hardly find it funny,” Thane replied.
    “Luxar’s decision amuses me, considering the fact that you are the only one fit to lead ShadowRock at this point.”
    “They named Brant as interim Alpha. He’s fit to lead. In fact, I would have named him myself if it’d come down to that.”
    Tor lifted his champagne glass and tossed the liquid down in one gulp. “You will reclaim your Pack. Interim means this is only temporary.”
    “And if I don’t? What if this is the way things are meant to be?”
    “Then it’s meant to be,” Tor chimed.
    “What about our agreement?”
    Tor lifted a brow. “What about it?”
    “If I no longer hold the Alpha title, does that mean we can cancel this bargain for my firstborn daughter?”
    Tor grinned. “Is that why you were so