Page 116 of Savage Surrender

“You smell like four alphas had a territorial pissing contest on you.”

“That sums it up well.”

Ezra closes his eyes. “Yes, Bianca. We’re together.”

I look up at him. “You’re together.”

I grab both of them into a hug and squeeze. “Oh my god, best news ever. Two of my favorite people in loveeee.”

“I’m going back to the van,” Ezra mutters.

“No, you’re not,” Megan and I say together.

We look at each other and lose it. Tristan’s mouth twitches. Weller rubs a hand over his face.

Megan leans in while the guys are chatting and whispers, “You’re not upset with me, are you? I didn’t think you would be, but⁠—”

“God, no. I’ve always loved Ezra like a brother. Shit. That came out wrong. You know what I mean.”

“Exactly.”

“I’m so happy you’re both here. It’s been weird.”

“I want to know every detail.”

I laugh, and she drags me back into her arms. When we finally let go, it’s only enough for her to catch my hand and lead me toward the couches. I make it as far as Weller’s chair. His arm circles my waist as I pass, and I come down sideways in his lap with a startled noise.

He draws the blanket Tristan is holding around my bare legs and tucks it beneath my knees.

“I like him,” Megan says.

“He’s bossy.”

Weller doesn’t even bother defending himself.

“Is the emergency line still working?”

Ezra leans forward with his forearms on his thighs. “It’s been rerouted. Someone has it day and night, and we haven’t missed a call.”

“Did everybody make it out?”

“Everybody. We counted at both locations before we left. No one followed either route.”

“Medicine?”

“All required prescriptions and most of the field kits. We lost some of the bulk supplies.”

“Marc and Anna are still with the larger group?”

“At the ranger station,” he says. “Marc had perimeter shifts assigned before they finished unloading.”

“Of course he did.” I used to walk those shifts beside him every evening, both of us quiet enough to hear the people sparring back at the training ground. “Anna?”

“She misses you.”

“I feel so bad. Everyone being uprooted like that.”

“Nobody blames you,” Ezra says. “For any of it.”