I yelped, scrambled back, and nearly tripped over my own dress. "What the actual..."

A man shifted in the sheets, blinking at me through a curtain of greasy hair. His face was hidden in shadow and half-bloodied. One eye looked sharp and clear; but the other was ringed with swelling and dark bruises.

I had never seen him before in all the time I'd spent around the pack, but even as I couldn't recognise him, I could tell that he was probably really handsome under all that bruising, but what the ...