TW: VIOLENCE
Creed:
I grabbed Macy's electronic bag from the truck when I crawled out. I was trying to figure out how to look through the traffic cams she always does and find out who had taken Wyatt and the direction that whoever had taken him had gone in, but I couldn't figure them out.
"This is pointless!" I growled, covering my mouth as Brandon and Cain winced from the volume of my voice.
Cain's arm was in a sling, Macy had reset his shoulder, and his arm was in a plaster cast. Brandon had stitches along his hairline. His face was bruised and swollen. I hadn't even looked in the mirror, but my face was burned from the airbags, and my forehead was full of glass.
But it was our Macy who had the worst of it. She had a concussion from going through the windshield on impact, broken
