*Matt*

The scent of Jack’s blood was so strong that it turned my stomach. The fear that we’d arrived too late would have paralyzed me if not for the brick wall of a man that was raining blows down on my head. My survival instincts kept me moving.

I had seen a short man come streaking out of the trees and slam into Reid. I was worried, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of my attacker to check on him. We’d run headfirst into a trap. Jack must have done the same ...