Chapter ８
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 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 and necessary supplies to get you started … and, some cash and a credit card. I want you to get out of here tonight. Get far away as possible; and, don’t come back.”
“But …”
“… There’s no ‘buts’ … it’s too dangerous for you to stay here … and, way more dangerous if you got married to that bastard. You have to leave, Snow … leave … and, don’t look back.”
They continue nuzzling noses; as tears stream out their eyes and run down their cheeks. Snow mind-links her …
“I’m going to miss you so much, Sis. … I love you.”
“I love you, too … more than anyone else … I always will. … And, I’m going to miss you … more than you’ll ever know. … But … after things blow over and start to settle down … I’ll get in touch with you somehow; I promise … and, I’ll always keep in touch after that. … God; I … I … I love you so much; Snow!”
Amanda takes a moment to wipe away the tears off her face; while trying to regain some composure. And; when she does …
“Okay … enough of that. … Okay, Snow; here’s the deal. With all these wolves from the Lightning Bolt Pack staying here; there’s going to be a lot more patrols out … especially around the perimeter of the Alpha’s residence. So, later on … say, in about two or three hours; I want you to sneak out of the house, and, carefully work your way over to the rec hall without being spotted. Then, go to the utility closet that has the hidden trap door that leads to the underground escape passages. … You know which one I’m talking about; right?”
Snow nods.
“Good. ... Follow them all the way out to the woods next to the highway … then; run like the wind. Understand?”
Snow nods again. Amanda says aloud …
“I love you, Snow.”
“I know … you just told me that before.”
“Yeah; through mind-link. … I just needed to say it out loud.”
Snow smiles; while wiping away her tears. “I love you, too.”
“This is inexcusable!” Alpha Michael boomingly bellows in his Alpha tone; consumed in a festering rage.
At a total loss for what he should say … or, even could say under the circumstances … all Alpha Jacob manages to do is respond with, “I apologize; Michael.”
The infuriated Alpha spins around; intensely glaring at the embarrassed Alpha. “That’s Alpha Michael to you. Any so-called pack leader who can’t even control his own pack members … especially a loathsomely wretched, little, rogue mongrel … doesn’t deserve the honor to address me without using my proper title.”
“Of course. I apologize; Alpha Michael.”
“I don’t want your apologies. … What I want is my mutt bride!”
“Be rest assured, Alpha Michael; we’ll find her.”
“You better!”
Gamma Darius and Amanda enter Alpha Jacob’s chamber; quickly drawing the attention of the seething Alpha … who immediately snaps out at Amanda …
“You … where is she?!”
Amanda takes the opportunity to ‘poke the bear’. “Who?”
Gamma Darius quickly chastises her. “Amanda! Now’s not the time for your smart mouth! Apologize to Alpha Michael immediately; and, answer him!”
Not waiting for Amanda to follow her father’s orders, the enraged Alpha yells out, “Where’s that mutt sister of yours?!”
Instantly, a deluge of intense, unbridled rage surges through Amanda; and, as her body rigidly tenses up, she tightly clenches her fists … causing her arms to tremble … and, grits her teeth. Her normally light-charcoal hued eyes turn pitch black … with no distinction evident to tell the pupils and irises apart … and, the ‘whites of her eyes’ are flaming red. She’s about to lose it; and, allow her ‘inner wolf’ to lash out.
Before anyone present has any idea of what’s happening … or, has time to react … Amanda lunges at Alpha Michael, and, in a split second, uses that iron-grip of hers once again to clamp down on his wrist and take control of his arm. She manhandles Alpha Michael’s appendage into an excruciatingly painful arm-bar hold this time; and, savagely pulls him over to the Alpha’s large, mahogany desk … nearly lifting him up into the air during the process … and, barbarically drives the subdued Alpha onto it with such force, that the desk breaks in half. Amanda maintains the hold, while forcefully wrenching down on his arm; mercilessly pushing him down in the debris. She demonically growls …
“Call my sister ‘mutt’ one more time … I dare you!”
Gamma Darius bellows out, “Amanda … release!”
The frenzied she-wolf is oblivious to her surroundings; laser-focused on inflicting pain to this deplorable being.
He bellows out again, “I said release!”
No response. The Gamma rushes up behind, firmly balls his hands into fists, and, uses all his strength to box her ears. This draws her attention; but, isn’t enough to get her to release her hold. She snaps …
“What?!”
“I said release!”
“No!”
He boxes her ears again. “Release!”
“No!”
Again; he viciously pounds on her ears. “Release; damn it!”
Three of Alpha Jacob’s bodyguards - summoned by Beta Carlyle; who was also in the Alpha’s chamber when this started, and, ran out to get assistance - come rushing into the room; they immediately grab hold of Amanda, and, vigorously try to pry her off of Alpha Michael. About five minutes later; the bodyguards, with the assistance of Gamma Darius, manage to separate them. The bodyguards keep restraining Amanda; while, the two valets rush over to Alpha Michael to check up on his condition.
“Are you alright; Alpha Michael?”