<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/ba/Kate_Stone1.jpg)</div><hr/><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Catherine 'Katie' Stone<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Rest Stop<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Hank, Liz, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Katie had received the message from Max Caine as she finished the LA marathon and returned to her hotel room.  She hadn't won, but she'd finished second in the amateur division which was two places better than last year and very, very respectable.  She'd called Hank before she started the race but with her phone left she'd not heard any of the messages.  When she returned to the room the light was blinking on her phone but the piece of paper on her bed spoke volumes.  Someone had left it in the room and her keen nose caught the slightly acrid scent of a werewolf who was not trying to hide his smell.<br/><br/>She read the message and thought as she considered the flashing message light.  They were from Hank of course.  She loved him with every ounce of desperate energy in her life but she had a secret.  She was a werewolf, had changed in the middle of a race.  Katie had adjusted to the change slowly, painfully but had kept it quiet.  She'd married Hank and never told him.  She knew she could not for it would destroy him she was sure.  It worked out though for her kind were to mate with humans rather than wolves and he was her perfect mate.  Still, they had chosen not to have children until now although they had agreed she would come off the pill, was already off the pill and they would start trying.<br/><br/>The message...  she had to answer it, had to see what Max Caine had to offer.  Glancing at the messages from Hank she saw that he was heading out of town on a trip, a fishing trip with friends at the last minute.  It was odd but convenient so she chose not to answer him.  She'd get to Manitou Springs and then call him.  She'd need to know what Max had planned before she talked to him again.<br/><br/>The letter was burnt, she hopped the plane two hours later and was quickly in Denver.  Ditching the werewolf sent to pick her up she darted out of the airport and found a specialty rental company.  Half an hour later she thundered out of the city on a high powered Honda motorcycle.  Stretching the bike out on the back roads up over 100 mph she soon reached the rest stop.  It was run down and deserted under the half moon with a single car parked, a woman in the car and a man, a familiar man standing near the tables.  She roared up to him, stopped and pulled off her helmet, shaking her hair.<br/><br/>"Hank!"<br/>