Chapter Eighty-five

Four more vehicles pulled up and people began filing out. Some were from Aiden’s group. Others were from the club and sent to help with  triage and treating the wounded. Brigette sighed and began giving directions to get everyone down there as fast as they could. 

A terrified young woman sat towards the back of the van with Spencer’s head in her lap. Her hands were bloody and some blood trickled down from a cut on her head. Brigette stepped forward and took a look at Spencer’s pale face. 

“My name is Bridgette and this is a safe place. I’m going to have someone move Spencer from your lap and then we can get you out of the van and cleaned up.” Bridgette said softly.

“Where are we and what are we doing here?” She asked, looking up at Bridgette with terrifi