Lydia pov.
I could feel the rage burning in Edward's eyes, but my own anger eclipsed his at this moment. Cradling Lisa in my arms as she continued to cry, I wondered how John could be so heartless as to lay a hand on a pregnant woman.
I glanced at Edward's father, who stood there, still trying to make sense of the situation. Just as Edward was about to storm off, he reached out and held his son back.
"Please, son, don't act impulsively. Let's find a way to resolve this without resorting to violence."
I was growing increasingly frustrated with all this talk of peace. I had been trained to fight and to make our enemies submit. I didn't care if the Waving Pack wanted peace; after what John had done, I would never allow them to have it.
Setting Lisa down on the floor, I strode over to the
