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Brigden either. “These mountains are full of shifters. Now that you’re a wolf you’ll learn to tell them apart from the animals that live here as well.”
    “Oh,” she said, really unsure how to take that. She’d worked in this area for years. Had she been surrounded by sentient beings all that time?
    “What did the raccoon see?” one of the other werewolves—Brigden had introduced him as Hensen Bright—asked impatiently.
    Gideon raised an eyebrow at the other man and for a moment Suzanne thought they were going to have some sort of alpha-male pissing contest but the tension was gone almost as quickly as it began. “He said he noticed a male park ranger in the area around the same time the child was reported missing by the bear clan.”
    “So?” the other man—Canlon Wolvesfire, if Suzanne remembered correctly—asked belligerently. “Fucking humans are everywhere. Useless fucking parasites. We should just kill the lot of them.” He cast a hateful look in Suzanne’s direction. Brigden pulled her closer, but it was Gideon’s anger that filled her senses.
    “Care to rephrase that?” Gideon asked in a voice so low and dangerous-sounding that Suzanne shivered in Brigden’s arms. She wasn’t frightened of Gideon—not in the slightest—but she could sense real power and a willingness to protect her and Brigden no matter who he had to fight.
    “Sorry,” Canlon said quickly in a tone that didn’t sound very contrite. “She’s no longer human, so what the fuck does she care?”
    “I care,” Gideon said with a growl in his voice. “And the alpha cares.” At the mention of the alpha, the man paled considerably. It was a rather interesting sight considering the purple-hued tone of his skin. “Not only is killing sentient beings forbidden by our pack laws, killing humans is also a perfect way to ensure our own destruction.”
    Canlon shook his head in what appeared to be some sort of sarcastic humor and rolled his eyes. “Fuck, it was just an expression. I didn’t mean it literally.”
    Suzanne didn’t really believe that, and she got the distinct feeling that nobody else in the room did either, but Gideon let the matter drop. She didn’t think that would be the end of it, but apparently what the raccoon-shifter had told him was more important at the moment.
    “Suzanne, we need to identify who this park ranger was and if he’s an actual ranger and not just someone wearing a disguise. Would you be able to identify all of your workmates?”
    “Of course,” she said. “There should be a group photo on the website.”
    Brigden nodded at the unspoken request, pressed a kiss to her cheek, and then moved to his computer. Gideon took the opportunity to wrap his arms around her and hold her close as their mate found the correct website. It was an awful photo of her, but it at least showed all of the current rangers working in this area.
    “From the raccoon’s description, it could have been this guy.” Gideon leaned closer to read the names underneath the group photo. “Jay Holks. Did you know him?”
    Suzanne nodded. “He joined about a year after I did.” He’d also been given the heavier tasks—thanks to his man-mountain size—and that meant he worked more closely with the others. Of course he’d been easily accepted into the group as a consequence. If she’d known that her boss would use the excuse that she enjoyed checking the roads for potholes and fallen trees to keep her on that task she wouldn’t have been quite so enthusiastic when he’d asked her about it that first time.
    “Can you print the picture?” Gideon asked. “I want to be certain we’re looking at the right person before we react.”
    “React? Why is that necessary?” Hensen asked, clearly as confused as Suzanne was beginning to feel.
    “Because our eye witness swears the guy was a shifter—and I quote—‘with a funky kind of smell.’”
    “What the hell does that mean?” Canlon asked with an annoying smirk