A scream tore from my throat, and before I could fully process what I'd seen, Trent was in front of me, using his body as a shield. He grabbed my hand, keeping me close behind him. His body tensed. An unmistakable metallic scent hung thick in the air.
"Is that. . .?"
"Blood," Trent confirmed. His hold on my hand tightened. "Call Jax, tell him to get over here, and don't leave my side."
Slowly, he proceeded farther into the house, and I fumbled to get my cell phone from my purse with one hand. With trembling fingers, I called Jax. He answered immediately. "Oh, thank God," I said as soon as I heard his voice.
"What's wrong?" he asked in the same tone he'd used the day I'd called him when Trent had been taken - total, unhindered concern.
"Someone broke into the cabin. There's blood everywhere. I - "
"We're on the way," he said before I could finish explaining. "Is Trent there with you?"
"Yes," I said.