“Mmm.” Jace closed his eyes as he slid inside her. His voice went low. “You healed me. We healed each other.” He put his hand on hers, the streak where the bracelet had burned him already closed to a red scar. Their fingers touched, spread. “You and me. One.”

Jace laced his fingers through hers, and Deni closed their hands together. “One,” she said, then she let out a cry as Jace thrust into her with a firmer stroke. “Always.”

“Always,” Jace said, and then there was nothing but the sounds of lovemaking, and happiness.

Sorrow fled, and Deni proved to herself what a beautiful thing it was losing control in the arms of the Shifter she loved.

Epilogue

Deni and Jace were mated in the full-sun ceremony the next day, bringing down the blessings of the Father God on the union. The full-moon ceremony, the final sealing of the mates, happened a few nights later, after Deni had had her Collar removed, at her insistence.

It was severely painful, and how Sean got the remaining gold from the bracelet to blend with the Collar and loosen it, Deni wasn’t quite sure. She only knew that the Collar had come off, link by slow link. It had hurt, yes, but Deni knew her release had come with nowhere near the agony that had suffused Jace when they’d tried to take his Collar off him. She’d also not felt the need to shift to her beast to give in to her feral instincts, as Jace had. The Fae gold made the difference.

Jace had been there, right next to her, snarling at a nervous Sean every minute. When Sean had lifted the Collar free and Deni took a long breath, Jace had pulled her hard into his arms, his eyes wet.

Deni, now fitted with a fake silver Collar, stood with Jace in the grove behind the houses under the moonlight, with Eric and Liam in front of them. Both had decided they’d jointly perform the full-moon ceremony—Liam because it was his Shiftertown and he was fond of Deni; Eric because Jace was his son.

Shifters gathered in circles, the chanting already beginning. So was the drinking and partying. Ellison stood next to Deni, proud and grinning, Maria on his arm smiling her sweet smile. Behind Deni were Jackson and Will, deliriously happy for their mother, but plenty willing to tease both her and Jace.

Iona had come, standing next to Eric, with Eric’s sister, Cassidy, and her mate, a human named Diego, next to her. Marlo, recovered from his bang-up but lamenting about the loss of his beloved plane, had also come.

So had the young woman called Joanne, who was being looked after by Broderick and his brothers. She’d relaxed a bit around Shifters, at least around Broderick’s gruff family. She was still worried about her sister, but Dylan already had things in motion. They’d find her.

As the moon rose, its cool light flooding the clearing, Liam held up his hands for silence. He and Eric stepped forward, Eric smiling in his warm way.

“By the light of the Mother Goddess,” Liam began.

“I acknowledge this mating,” Eric finished. “The blessings of the Goddess go with you, Son.” He put his arms around Jace. “And Daughter.” Eric turned and embraced Deni, Jace’s hand on Deni’s back as she hugged Eric in return.

And then there was laughter, many more hugs, with Deni almost squashed by the enthusiastic ones her sons gave her. Ronan’s giant bear hug competed with Will’s and Jackson’s for force. Tiger even hugged her, then gave her a nod, as though satisfied she’d finally wised up and done the right thing, bringing Jace home.

Shifters whooped, howled, screamed. The mating ceremony was a fertility feast, and Shiftertown would be fertile tonight.

Deni hadn’t felt the dizziness or beginnings of nausea that had triggered her episodes of near-madness since Jace had been brought home safely to Shiftertown. She’d made a breakthrough, she thought, out in the wild, choosing to give in to her instincts, which had helped her find her mate. The fact that she’d been able to pull herself out of the instinctive state once she’d found Jace, and hadn’t gone insane, had restored some of her confidence. The mate bond also helped erase her fear, and so had the removal of the Collar. Deni didn’t know exactly when she’d been healed, but she knew the process had begun when she’d met Jace that night at the fight club.

Music poured into the night. Deni danced with her sons, then Ellison, Liam, and Eric, with a circle of girls—Andrea, Kim, Iona, Glory, Elizabeth, Myka, Carly. The cubs ran around, undisciplined, shouting and screaming in their own games.

Finally, Deni ended up with Jace again. He tugged her close, his eyes going pale green with barely contained mating frenzy.

“Remember how this started?” he asked.

“You getting your ass kicked?” Deni answered, laughing.

“Me saving your ass,” Jace said. “And then having it.”

“Don’t you wish.”

“I do.” Jace leaned close. “I wanted you again and again, Deni. I went through a lot to keep you by my side, didn’t I?”

Deni nodded. “I’m glad you did.”

Jace kissed her again, his smiles gone. “It’s dark out here tonight. No one would miss us.”

She gave him a teasing smile. “Maybe we should be more civilized about it, now that we’re mated.”

“Screw that.” Jace’s hold tightened, his hand warming the small of her back. “I like being wild with you, Den. My heart.”

“Mmm.” Deni kissed him, then wrenched herself out of his arms. “Let’s be wild, then.” She took the garland from her head and threw it, spinning, away from her. Shifter women shouted laughter and scrambled after it.

“Catch me if you can, Feline,” Deni said to Jace, and she swung away, dashing into the night.

She heard a growl of frustrated wildcat, then another one of determination. Deni ran, but she knew she’d never outdistance a leopard who’d do anything to bring down his prey. She did try, though, so Jace would have a challenge.

But when his strong arms came around her in the darkness beyond the bonfires, Jace’s kisses frantically falling on her flesh, Deni knew she’d never been so happy to be caught.