I heard steps coming toward us and turned my head. A man came running from behind the trees and stopped when he saw Bella lying on the ground. He raised his head, his blonde hair was flowing in the wind and he was sporting a fresh black eye.

He rose a brow and pouted his lips.

”Nice,” he scoffed and turned his head to me.

”Am I gonna get to meet the artist of this masterpiece,”

’What the hell?’

He has to be a pack member

’Which means ...