Edward
Edward ran. Not for his life, but for his love. He ran to save the human girl (was she still human?), his Bella, bashing through the forest, tracking the hunter's scent. He was never a good tracker, always going the wrong direction. It seemed like James was always a step ahead of him. If he could pant, he would have. He'd been running for days. His twenty year old baseball uniform was in shreds, matted with various dirt and debris. He left directly from the car crash not hesitating to follow James. The crash was a week ago. The tracker sent him on a wild goose chase, somehow knowing Edward wouldn't find him unless the tracker wanted to find him.
Bella could be dead by now.
He pumped his legs faster, finally seeing the bright lights of Seattle break through the dense forest.