Page 47 of Chasing Savannah

She squirmed and huffed out an aggravated breath.

“So your grandfather was right.”

“About what?” She asked sharply.

“Tone, young woman,” her grandma growled.

“I apologize. What was grandfather right about?”

“Nothing that’s my business, so I’ll not repeat it. But, I will say this, what I have with your grandfathers is everything. I can’t explain our happy because there are no words. If you find yourself in a Tribond, granddaughter of mine, understand that there is no love like it. But you can’t go in with doubts, there’s no room for that.”

She sighed. “I don’t know if this is a good idea, and yet I can’t stop myself from wanting to be with them. What if I can’t even mate with them? What if the bond doesn’t hold because I’m latent? And even if I could, the prowl would be up in arms about a latent Alpha female.”

“I won’t lie to you, Savi, it will be an uphill battle gaining the trust of the panthers because you’re latent, especially with the amount of latents we’ve had born lately. But, I know of no stronger reason, than to be with your mates. Would you want them to choose another?”

A growl left Savannah’s throat. A sound, she’d never made before.

“Exactly.” Was Rebecca’s smug reply.

“I’ll just bring more trouble to a prowl, clearly having trouble already.” She whispered, self-pity threatening to swamp her.

Her grandmother said a few inventive curse words. “Get your stuff together, young lady or you’re going to miss your blessings.”

She hung up and left Savannah with her mouth wide open. Was her grandmother right? Her grandparents’ bond was tangible, visible to anyone who observed them. Hell, most of the mate bonds were that way. She would be stupid to give it up. She looked at the kids giggling on the floor in front of the big TV and sighed. She’d do anything to keep them safe. The prowl was already having issues, she couldn’t in good conscious add more.