"I know what you mean - it's like being near a fire and feeling the warmth." She shook her head. "And I tell you, I can still feel that warmth."

"Well . . ." He ran his hand over her hair. "That's good. But if you want to be physically closer to your pack, we can move."

Ah, damn but the man had a way of saying the most tender things in that deep, solid voice of his. "I'm good." And it was the truth. Being with her mate was . . . joy. Such joy that it filled every cell, made her blood golden with the beauty of it.

His head lowered even as she rose on tiptoe.

"Ahem." A pointed cough. "Didn't you two already get that out of your system?"

"Go away, Hawke," Riley said without looking.

The wolf alpha came up the stairs and tugged on Mercy's hair. "Red. Pretty."

Mercy smiled . . . and flashed up her claws. But Hawke was already on the other side of the porch, a smirk on his face.

"Now, now," he said, "I'm your alpha - "

"Bullshit." Mercy sheathed her claws and turned so her back was cradled against Riley's chest as he leaned on the railing. "I'm a DarkRiver sentinel."

The wolf alpha's eyes gleamed. "You sure about that?"

Catching a couple of familiar scents on the breeze, she waited. Lucas and Sascha stepped out of the forest a few minutes later. Mercy took one look at them and bit back a grin, but Hawke didn't bother to resist the urge to make a comment.

"You have a leaf stuck in your hair, cat."

Nonchalant, Lucas reached up to pull it off. "Jealous, wolf?"

"Boys," Sascha said. "We're here to discuss something important." Walking up the steps, she hugged Mercy. "I'm so glad you two are alright." There was a change in her eyes - an impossible new depth of soul, of empathy. And her scent . . .

Mercy's leopard all but pounced on Sascha in excitement. "Holy crap! Congratulations!"

Sascha smiled, and glanced at Lucas. "I don't think I can quantify our excitement." Then she turned back. "But that's not why I'm here. It's about the Web of Stars and the equivalent thing with the wolves."

"You should sit," Lucas said, and he wasn't talking to Mercy.

Sascha stared at him. "I didn't realize pregnancy of four weeks' duration made me incapable of standing upright."

"It makes me incapable of reason," Lucas said, charm in every inch of him. "Humor me."

Rolling her eyes, Sascha turned back to Mercy. "We should go in and grab seats - Tamsyn was here when you woke this morning and she said you're going to be fine, but you need more bed rest. Lara gave the same orders to you." She pointed an admonishing finger at Riley.

"Sascha darling, I don't know what you and the cat get up to in bed, but those two aren't resting." Hawke padded over, and Mercy noticed that though he was wearing jeans and a white tee, he was barefoot. Crazy wolf.

Lucas cut Hawke off, opening the door to usher his mate inside. Mercy went in with Sascha and Riley followed. They heard a thump an instant later, and then some swearing, but when the two alphas walked in, there wasn't a bruise on either of them. Sascha gave them both a narrow-eyed glance, got choirboy smiles in response.

"I'm assuming," Mercy said, trying to control her laughter, "that something weird's happened with the Web?"

Sascha nodded. "When you and Riley first mated, it was as if the Web and the SnowDancer network didn't know what to do. In most cases, I think one of you would've been pulled out of your network - a connection across networks is theoretically impossible."

Riley's fingers played over her hip. Worried. Possessive. She leaned into him. "So what happened?"

"The impossible." Sascha's eyes sparkled. "The mating bond snapped into place between you two, without removing either of you from your respective webs."

Riley stirred. "Are you saying you can see both the SnowDancer and DarkRiver networks now?"

"Not exactly." Sascha blew on the surface of the glass coffee table to steam it up, then used her finger to draw the connections as she explained. "Lucas and Hawke have a blood bond because of the alliance, so the packs are already bonded on some level."

Hawke shifted and Mercy's cat picked up an edge in his movements. Not directed at anyone in the room but there. "Why didn't our networks merge?" he asked.

Sascha looked from wolf alpha to leopard alpha. One was by the fireplace. One behind his mate. Opposite sides of the room. "Because neither of you will submit to the other."

"Hell, no!" From two different throats.

"See." Sascha threw up her hands. "I think a changeling network has to have an alpha at the core - and you can't have two alphas. But the alpha-to-alpha blood bond has obviously had some psychic effect. I can't see the wolf web," she explained, "but I can sense that it's now side by side with DarkRiver's web on the psychic plane. The mating bond goes from Mercy and disappears, and since you two are mated . . ."

"It means it reappears on the other side." Mercy thought about it. "If the blood bond hadn't been there between DarkRiver and SnowDancer?"

"Honestly," Sascha said, "I don't know. Could be we'd have ended up with the same result. You're both so dedicated to your packs - with changelings, such things seem to matter a great deal when it comes to the psychic plane."

Riley straightened his unbroken leg. "You want us to choose." A glance at Hawke, then back at Lucas.

"It's necessary," Hawke said, pale eyes intent.

Lucas nodded. "Your animals won't like not having a concrete answer. Plus, we need it for the stability of the pack structure."

Mercy turned to Riley and raised an eyebrow. "Okay?"

Nodding, he looked to Hawke. "I'll stay SnowDancer, she'll stay DarkRiver."

"There won't be a loyalty issue," Mercy said. "My loyalty is to my mate first, then my pack." It was how it had always been. Pack was built on the ties of family. And family began with mating. "Don't ask us to keep secrets from each other."

Lucas made a mock obeisance at her pointed reference. "As if we'd even try," he said, rising to his full height. "Mates come first."

Riley brushed his lips over Mercy's hair in a caress so tender, her toes curled. "It would also," he said, "make our domestic life easier if you two didn't declare war against each other anytime soon."

"Why would we do that when we now have the liaison team of our dreams?" Lucas was all but rubbing his hands. So, for that matter, was Hawke.

"I hate you both," Mercy said without heat.

Riley put his arm around her. "Me, too."

EPILOGUE

There was a celebration in the Pack Circle a week later, after Tamsyn and Lara had cleared both Mercy and Riley. It was a joint celebration - of the new life coming into the pack, and of Riley and Mercy's mating.

Bas thumped Riley on the back. "Look after her or I'll scalp you in your sleep." A smile so feral that if Mercy hadn't known better, she'd have thought her brother didn't even know what a suit was, much less a financial market.

"Judd said one day it would come back to bite me," Riley muttered, leaning on his crutches.

"He won't hurt you," Mercy teased. "If he does, I'll use his kitten defurring tools on him."

Bas showed her teeth. "I'm bigger than you. And I intend to cheat."

Laughing, she pulled him down for a kiss on the cheek, then pushed him into the dancers. "Go make some woman's night." And there were a lot of them giving Bas the eye.

Grinning, he blew her a kiss and merged into the dancers. Grey, she saw with a surge of warmth in her heart, was flirting outrageously with Mia, both of them none the worse for their short kidnapping. Sage was operating a camera somewhere, recording this for Keely's archival files.

"This is nice," she said, leaning into Riley's side as they stood with their backs against a large tree trunk. "Both our packs here."

"And everyone behaving." He nodded at the two groups of juveniles, one on either side of the Pack Circle. That the event was being held here was another step into trust. Changelings guarded their Pack Circles zealously. During Dorian's mating ceremony, certain wolves had been invited down, but it had been a limited number.

But with Riley and Mercy's mating, Lucas had decided it was time to extend the hand of friendship. Hawke had snarled, but he'd taken it. There was going to be another joint party up in the SnowDancer circle a month from now. However, the SnowDancer alpha had only made a fleeting appearance at this party - Mercy had a good inkling why.

"Hey, as long as they don't claw into each other," she said, putting the issue from her mind, "I don't care how much they glare."

"Poor Sascha," Riley said, a laugh in his voice. "She can't find a minute to herself."

Mercy glanced over to see Sascha being offered food, drink, a blanket, suggestions for baby names, and God knows what else. Changelings adored children, but their fertility rate wasn't as high as that of humans or Psy. As a result, any birth was cherished. And any pregnant woman was cosseted, petted, and generally driven out of her mind by the others in the pack - male and female.

As Mercy stood there, amused by the knowledge that Lucas would most certainly be getting a strip torn off his hide later tonight, she glimpsed Kit slipping off into the forest. That wasn't unusual. He was a twenty-year-old male, after all - a gorgeous one. What was unusual was the girl holding his hand. Sienna Lauren.

Oh, shit.

Mercy was about to go after the two - if only to stop an interpack incident, when Riley said, "Look at her."

She followed his gaze to find Brenna laughing up at Judd, her golden presence a stark contrast to her mate's quiet intensity - but no matter what he looked like, there was no doubting the bond between the two. "They're good together."