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 fel
