Chapter 180

GARRICK’S POV

After the heat of the battle had died down, the rage I felt, the collective euphoria of madness that the pack exuded, had been brought to a mellow end and the stench of blood filled the air;  the man that had broken into the garden party, was now lying unconscious on the floor.

I had ordered for the guards not to kill him but to take him to a place where I wouldn't see his face, and