<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/97/Hank_Stone.jpeg)</div><hr/><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Hank Stone<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Rest Stop<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open<br/><hr/>Hank had sent ten messages to Katie, okay twenty, ten of them even before the airplane had taken off. He missed her dreadfully, but the call from Max Caine was impossible to ignore and even though he had done his absolute best to keep his hidden truth from his wife of five years, it was getting harder and harder, how his own father did it he will never know beause Hank never knew then them to ever be apart, but clearly there was no way he had allowed his mother to come to certain jeaporady.<br/><br/>The telegram was simple.<tt class="bbc_tt">Pack forming in Colorado. Caine wants you. Expenses paid. </tt><br/><br/>Hank had followed the allowed protical and burned the message when the tickets arrived and true to form everything was indeed paid and there was nothing left to chance. He had heard that Max Caine was the top wolf in the Rockies, if not the top, he was one of the most powerful and it was starting to show. Even the werewolf that picked him up at the airport, dropping him off at the rest stop said that it was an honor, though that was all he said, the moment Hank grabbed his bags the car was gone.<br/><br/>The sky was dark, quiet as Hank took in the night air, he was first, his phone still silent as he wondered why Katie never replied to any of his messages. He hoped this meeting would be short, but now we wondered if that was his only concern.