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 ass is mine; mutt! And, there’s nothing that wolf-bitch 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...