Kane took it from the ranger and showed it to Gaby who flinched. If he didn’t have the man compelled under his mind control, her face would have answered his question in the affirmative. “Who is looking for him?”
“All park rangers were sent the memo about Steele Wildwood.”
“Why park rangers?”
“I don’t know, except the Department of Interior rather than the FBI relayed the message. Apparently, his family is looking for him. He is a former veteran suffering from amnesia. A man who might harm himself. Others.”
Kane frowned. “I see.” Obviously, their pursuers knew he needed to shift, and what better place than a park where he could blend in if seen?
Gaby stepped up. “Are they looking for a woman as well?”
The park ranger ignored her.
“You heard her,” Kane looked at his badge, “Josh Rivera, answer her question.”
“No mention of a woman. Just the man.”
“Thank you, Ranger Rivera. You’ll have no memory of meeting us. ”
He nodded. “Yes, sir. I understand.”
“Leave now and when you get back, print another photo.” He kept the picture. Maybe if he stared at it his memory might snap back.
“Yes.” The park ranger turned and left.
Gaby leaned in. “Can I take a closer look at the picture?”
He handed it to her. “As long as you don’t make fun of my buzz cut.”
Gaby stared at the picture of Kane or Steele, whoever. He had a military haircut, a five o’clock shadow on his chiseled face, and wore a black t-shirt, like the type worn under fatigues. Same broad shoulders, muscular biceps and handsome face. And the wolf tattoo. A stern look as if he could kick ass, which he could. His hair had grown out and his light beard needed trimming, but this was Kane. The very same man who just kissed her with the passion of a destined lover. “You are definitely military.” She did a double take at him. “Does this picture help at all with remembering who you are, Steele?”
He sighed and raked his hair back. “Not one bit.”
“If it was Avery, why didn?
??t he send a picture of me and invent a story that we are terrorists or something?” She shook her head. “And why are they searching parks?”
“My gut says the memo was sent by a werewolf. Someone who knows I require shifting. Avery wouldn’t risk you spilling the beans about who you worked for. He’d more likely send his goons to retrieve you.”
True. Giles and his ilk made sure the media never caught wind of their projects. “I doubt Avery will give up. He must be hot on our trail as well.”
Kane narrowed his eyes. “The hunter will not stop until he gets his trophy.” He opened the car door and started the engine. “Let’s go.”
She sat in the passenger seat and buckled up. “Why not let your pack mates find you first?”
He drove off. “Not until you are safe.” His demeanor turned cold, distant.
How could he ignore their making out? Escape was clearly his only focus. Maybe he realized he shouldn’t get too cozy with her? At least he meant to protect her. Would he keep her heart safe as well? Too late. Her heart already belonged to him. “What about you? Don’t you want to learn more about who you are?”
“Gaby, my memory was wiped. We aren’t safe until I’m certain my so called pack had nothing to do with it.” He released a long breath before speaking. “Avery mentioned I had a younger brother who carried the taint of Griswold of Bedburg.”
“Meaning?”
“The genetic predisposition to turn us into serial killers.”
“That can’t be good. What happened to your brother?”
“According to Avery, he was killed by a pack leader, but if he hadn’t been executed, he would have been given a werewolf lobotomy.”