Flint's POV

I watched everything from the terrace.

The chaos at the cocktail party. His pack members are dragging out Garrett after Morgan's confrontation. The whispers are spreading through the room. People asking questions. Speculating.

Then Cara came back inside. Her face was calm, but her movements rushed. She spoke quietly to one of the guards. Sent him running. Something had happened in the garden.

I followed them outside.

The path to the garden was lit. Easy to navigate. I walked ...