Zane snorted. “No way, man. I can hack any computer without anyone knowing… SHIT! Of course! Kota, you were right when you told me a vacation would be good for me! It worked! Duh, why didn’t I think of it before? I can hack into my uncle’s computers and search his employment records for the names of the enforcers who were there when the massacre happened.”
“You haven’t done that yet?” asked Logan.
“Fuck no! I was so focused on looking at the records of all the other packs for new hires I totally forgot about hacking Josiah’s computers,” Zane answered.
“Wouldn’t the files have been deleted?” asked Logan.
“Sure, but unless our uncle paid the price for someone who knows how to make them totally unrecoverable…and I doubt that…I’ll be able to find the records,” Zane said. “But in the meantime, I have to concentrate on finding my mate. He needs me!”
“Kieran, you said the danger facing Zane’s mate was not here at the pub, right?” asked Slate.
“No, it isn’t,” Logan answered for Kieran, pulling his mate close to him. “Our spirit is positive about that.” Logan’s phone buzzed. Reading the text, he said, “C’mon, Colton wants to know when we’re joining them. Ian is hungry and getting grouchy. Zane, as soon as we get back to the hotel, see if you can hack into the cameras because, if not, I think our only other option will be to ask the owners and if that’s the case, Kieran’s the perfect one to do it.”
“C’mon, Zane, let’s eat. It will help you adjust to the time difference,” Dakota said, sliding out of the booth behind Slate.
Sighing, he knew his brother was right, but that didn’t mean Zane was happy about it. Following everyone as they walked over to the stairs, he knew he should be ecstatic about finding his Fated Mate. Shaking his head at the amazing coincidence of that happening the first time he ever traveled overseas—and to Scotland of all places—floored him, but then he shivered at the thought of never connecting with him had he not asked Jackson for a vacation.Holy Moley! Am I lucky or what?
At the top of the stairs, Logan found a door marked Private Dining Room and assumed it was where he’d find everyone else. Pushing it open, he stood aside as Kieran, Dakota, Slate and Zane entered before him then, once inside, he closed the door and viewed the room. It had the same old English pub look as downstairs, but instead of small wooden tables, it had a long dining room table, big enough for everyone to sit at. The room was lit by oldVictorian gas lamps and running down the center of the table were a row of lighted candles.
“Ohmacushla,isn’t this perfect?”Kieran asked, clapping his hands in excitement.
Scooping up his mate who wrapped his legs around his waist, Logan carried Kieran over to the table before setting him down next to two empty chairs. “Perfecto!” Logan said.
After everyone was seated, Dakota said, “You’re all in for a treat tonight. The dishes served here are specially prepared for shifters from around the world and many of them are from old traditional recipes.”
“Any recommendations?” asked Colton.
“Oh, look Samuel,” said Lili, Ian’s mother, “they have Slow-Cooked Thunder Lamb. I haven’t had that since we had to leave Scotland years ago.”
“Norm, look, they have Stuffed Fluffy Salmon,” Theo said, wistfully. “The last time I had that was…”
Norman knew the last time they’d eaten it and why it was causing the sadness in Theo’s voice. Wanting to distract his honey, Norman asked, “Hey, do you want to try Shallow-Fired Grave Catfish?”
Theo read the description then, looking up, said, “That’s sounds fantastic! Hey, Dakota, did you ever try the Shallow-Fired Grave Catfish?”
“No, I haven’t. The only dishes I’ve had are the Grilled Dragonturtle, Deep Fried Moon Falcon and Basted Cave Grouse,” he replied. “But if you want a recommendation, try the Deep-Fried Moon Falcon with the Lunar Beets…it’s to die for.”
Zane wasn’t paying much attention to the chatter about what to order; his mind was already back at the hotel, planning how to access the cameras down below. He was barely controlling his wolf and only the promise of searching for their mate was keeping his wolf under control—at least for now. Opening the menu, he looked for something he could eat quickly, paying little attention to the entrance of their waitress who began to fill their water glasses, stopping finally next to Slate.
“Sir, your waiter will be in shortly to take your orders. In the meantime, I’ll bring some Unicorn bread and Dark Egg & Beans Jam. Is there anything else you need? Maybe something to drink from the bar?”
“Not right now, thanks,” answered Slate. “Everyone is still figuring out what they want.”
“Okay, I’ll be right back,” she said, turning and heading for the door.
As she moved, another whiff of his mate’s delicious scent wafted over to Zane. Jumping up, he followed her, hoping she could tell him who she’d been serving.
“Zane!” called Slate. “Where are you going?”
Stopping for a second, he swiveled around to face him and said, “She carries my mate’s scent on her. I just want to ask her who she served.”
“Zane, she’s coming back in a minute. Don’t go running after her because you’ll scare her. Wait till she comes back and I’ll ask her then,” Slate said.
Dakota joined in. “C’mon, bro, the last thing you want to do is get on the wrong side of the owners in case Kieran needs to ask them for the videos.”
Point well taken,Zane thought, as he concluded Kota was right and reluctantly sat back down, picking up his menu.
Chapter 2
