Three days later

Gita tightened her bulletproof vest on her torso, making sure it was secured properly. She was back in the saddle as it were. She had to stick close to Roike, part of her return to work program so they could assess if she was going to be a danger to herself. She didn't care, she was just happy she was back in the thick of it. That and she was feeling a little more mellow. It turned out when you had someone relying on you, waiting for you to come home, you tended to not want to be a jackass with your own life.

But still, they were getting ready to converge on Sleepy Burrow. She knew the WC had taken point but she couldn't explain how... calming it was knowing that Flint was out there as well. She couldn't believe how much he had come to mean to her in the past few weeks. His modest cottage near the forest had turned rather quickly into a place she was content to call home.

Which, for her, was huge. She hadn't had a place to call home since her great grandmother died. But Flint had made that possible. She was actually giddy thinking about the future, thinking about building up the Anders clan. There wasn't this fog of hopelessness, wondering if it even mattered anymore. She had a chance at building the Anders clan back up and Flint was right by her side with that.

She honestly lucked out, she really did. When they were getting ready to leave early that morning he had given her kiss and asked her if they could order takeout and have a bath when they got home because they would be too exhausted to cook. She had damn near melted and had readily agreed. Quick food and a bath with her hunky mate after an exhausting mission? Fuck yah, she wasn't stupid enough to turn that down.

Roike slapped the front of her vest. "Good?" He gave her a look and she nodded. "Seriously, Margita, you good? These guys tortured you and I want to ensure you're rock solid."

Gita shrugged slightly. "I'm good. I want to beat the snot out of them, kill quite a few. But I'm good." Flint had helped a lot with that. Over the past few weeks they had talked a lot and he had been intent on her talking about what she remembered happening. It was spotty, super fucking spotty, but talking about the faint things she did remember, did help. Especially when Flint would validate feelings she had she wasn't even sure she knew where they came from due to her memory being shot from the wolfsbane.

She seriously fucking lucked out with getting him. She had such a shit run of luck in her life, the moon must have been really looking out for her. Divine intervention and all that.

"I'm serious." He crouched down his bulk and looked at her as he grabbed the top of her vest firmly. "You're Flint's mate. No matter how he feels about me right now. I'm not watching his mate throw herself into dangerous situations to get hurt. Is that understood?"

As much as Gita wanted to roll her eyes, she did get it. She was still pissed at him over the whole banishing Flint thing, but she got it. "Yes, I got it. I have something to lose now and Flint and I have a date after this." She met his gaze and raised an eyebrow. "I plan on making it."

He smirked and let her vest go before thumping his palm against it. "Good to hear. Let's go." She nodded and followed him. Her gear felt nice on, it had been a while since she had worn it. It made her feel a bit more secure.

She looped her thumbs into the vest and lifted her chin. It wasn't hard to keep track of Roike, she knew werewolves tended to be a bit more muscular but the man looked like he pumped iron. Definitely not as much as that dragon shifter, Octavius, that dude was muscle on muscle but in a way that looked natural and not beefy. Which she thought was impossible but apparently not.

They walked into the meeting grounds and she watched the higher levels start talking, planning how the take down was going to go. She was aware of other mid-level agents glancing at her. She figured they must have been told about her capture and this was the first time many of them were seeing her in, what she was sure was, months.

"Pssst." Someone hissed it and Gita glanced over right as an agent sidled closer. "I heard you got up close and personal with the Star Order. As in you got to meet some of the operatives." He sounded interested and curious and Gita shrugged again.

"Yah, they were tasked with rescuing me." She knew there wasn't a lot she could say. The vow she took was binding and the warlock, Cyrus, had explained it well to her. She could do general info about them rescuing her, but nothing else. No names, no describing them, definitely not in the context of them being in the Order.

"That's fucking insane. Are they as badass as they say? As terrifying?" He sounded almost giddy and Gita glanced over, his name tag was clear, Levins.

"All of the above." He could make of that what he wanted. "I can't talk about it." She shifted, trying to make it clear that she couldn't really talk on the subject. She spotted a group dressed in black on black that seemed to melt from the dark. Gita's eyes fell on Flint. He might have been wearing eye black and that athletic balaclava she had watched him grab early that morning before he left but she knew the breadth of his shoulders, that walk. That was her male right there. She could point him out in a crowd any day of the week.

"That's sick! Holy shit! Is that them?" Levins moved closer, pointing at the group, and Gita looked at him, slightly disgruntled as he pushed almost into her personal space.

"Back off my personal space, please." She held her ground and Levins took a step back with a hasty apology.

"But seriously, is that them?" He pointed again and Gita turned her head and met Flint's gaze. He was looking right at her and was holding his vest at the neck. She could feel him give her a once over, even over the crowd. It left her tingling and she bit her bottom lip to keep from smirking. When his gaze once again made it's way to hers, she winked at him, unable to stop her grin.

That was her male and fuck did she like the look of him in his gear. A smaller person smacked the front of Flint's vest with the back of their hand, drawing his attention and Gita bit back a snort of laughter at the reprimand.

"Is it?" Levins whispered it low and Gita threw him a look.

"I don't know." It wasn't her job to point them out, not that she even could or even would. They saved her ass and like hell she was going to put Flint at risk. That was her male and she would protect him.

"Come on." It was almost a whine. "I wanted to be one, still do. They're amazing."

"Alright, agents!" One of the upper tier agents shouted it and Gita immediately looked towards her. April Wyly, head of the south division of the Werewolf Council. She was slightly impressed, they had called in the big guns. "We have some Order operatives making their way to the town first. They will draw fire, we are there to catch run aways and do a full sweep. We need to corral the cultists against the river if we can. There we can apprehend them." The orders were clear and Gita was excited, a bit giddy even. She wanted to kick cultist ass, if she happened to kill one or two, she wasn't going to complain.

She spotted Roike as he pointed at her and then tapped his chest. 'On me, Margita'. That action and look spelled it out clear and she gave one firm nod. She would listen because Roike was in charge of signing off on her papers and she wasn't going to fuck that up.

"Alright, let's head out." Head Agent Wyly lifted her hand, gesturing for the group to follow her and Gita started to push forward.

"Mutt, get back here!" The voice was snarky and Gita immediately placed it as Kenni. When she turned to look, Flint was cutting through the crowd, straight towards her. She immediately turned and headed towards him as well. Her heart was thrumming hard in her chest as he reached out once close enough, his hand grasping the back of her neck.

"Hey, love." His voice was low as he pressed his forehead to hers. "You look fucking sexy like this." Gita chuckled at that and grinned up at him. "You have a date with me, takeout, and a bath. Remember that." He didn't say be careful but the words spelled it out for her and she nodded as he squeezed the back of her neck. Her knees almost went weak at it.

"You too, remember." She wanted him home with her too and she wouldn't insult him by saying be careful.

"Mutt!" Kenni seemed agitated and Gita laughed softly.

"You should go." She leaned closer, brushing her nose against his covered on.

"Kick ass, Gita. Just like I know you can." He spoke quickly before tugging down his mask just enough to press a quick kiss to her lips. Just like that his mask was back in place, leaving her lips tingling. "Give em hell, babe." He gave her neck one last squeeze and then he was stalking away.

Gita watched him and smiled as he was slapped upside the head by who she could only assume was Kenni. "None of that googoo gaga shit around me, hound dog!" She could hear the agitated and disgusted words even from there and she chuckled but it turned quickly to a flush as Flint glanced back and winked at her.

"What the fuck was that?" Levins was suddenly beside her again and Gita grinned.

God did she love that male, "That's my motherfucking mate."