They met during the Hunt several months ago. Giselle was sick with a stomach virus and after a late night at Patient First, Hartley took her home, then ran out to the all night pharmacy at the end of Ellwood to fill her prescription. He expected to be back well before the Hunt would start, but the wait took longer than anticipated and by the time he was checking out, the clock behind the cashier read quarter to midnight.
Canidae were notorious for not playing by the rules—the day after a Hunt, news reports were filled with arrests of those who had attacked too early, or hadn’t stopped when the sun came up. Hartley didn’t plan to be another statistic. Pocketing the antibiotic, he hit the door running, and made it half a block before two b***h wolves picked up his scent and fell in behind
