Kane’s POV
I pull up into the parking lot of the large park I've been sent to this morning. Glancing down at the clock on my dash, I groan internally when I see that it reads six fifty am. Normally I have no problem getting up this early for practice, but on nonn practice days? A man needs his sleep. Looking out of the windscreen, up at the sky, I note the overcast weather, that looks cold and uninviting, which is only confirmed, as the early morning wind curls around me as soon as I step out of my truck and slam the door shut.
Sucking in a deep breath, I start walking, heading across the parking lot toward a huddled group of people gathered just inside the entrance to the park.
A tall, thin woman in a beanie that covers her hair, and a thick padded coat is standing in the middle of the
