Amanda grins, and, obscurely comments under her breath. “Don’t worry; Father … I’ve already taken care of everything that needs to be done.”
Snow looks at Amanda with a puzzled expression etched on her face.
They leave; under the scrutinizing eye of a sneering Alpha Michael. He thinks to himself, “After the ceremony tomorrow … your a*s is mine; mutt! And, there’s nothing that wolf-b***h sister of yours will be able to do about it.”
Once they’re off the mansion’s grounds, Amanda suddenly stops, and turns to face Snow … taking hold of Snow’s hands and interlacing their fingers … then, tenderly leans her forehead against Snow’s, and, starts to lovingly nuzzle noses with her. As they do this; Amanda mind-links to Snow …
“Listen to me; Snow … I already prepared a backpack with some clothes
