Arabella Dimitri

"Fuck you," I grumbled at my brother, Jason, grabbing a nearby log and launching it at its head. "I don't want a mate."

"Of course you do, someone needs to bring a smile to Ms. Grumplestiltskin's face," laughed Jason.

"Piss off, like you want a mate anyway."

"I do want a mate, and when I get a mate, I am going to spoil him," nodded Jason, looking very pleased with himself.

"As if," I rolled my eyes, "spoil him with what, you do realise we live in a cave."

"That's only temporary."

"You and I both know it isn't."

"Well, mum and dad left us a lot of money, and I can always rob a bank," speculated Jason.

"You are stupid," I grabbed another log and threw is at his head. Jason used his powers of controlling the air to push the log away so that it didn't hit him. "What if he belongs to a pack?"

"Then I'll join it, or he'll come with us," he shrugged his shoulders.

"You would actually join a pack?" I raised both my eyebrows at him.

"Yes."

"I couldn't imagine you in a pack. You would actually listen to an alpha telling you what to do?" I asked. Jason pondered that question for a moment or two before deciding on his answer.

"No, I probably wouldn't listen to them, I could challenge them for the role of alpha, I'd definitely win," he grinned.

"Like I said, you are stupid."

We continued our walk back from the small town near our cavern home, arguing and pissing eachother off on the way. The woods were quiet at this time of the year, but all the more beautiful. The snow covered and caressed every branch of every tree, the leaves long gone, apart from the few evergreeen trees that dotted the landscape. Most of the animals had gone into hibernation, but the few that did remain were quiet, and blended into the surroundings well.

Our feet crunched in the snow as we walked back to our cavern home, which isn't as bad as it sounds; we have lived there for eight years, so we have decked it out quite a bit. The bags of food we were carrying seemed to get heavier and heavier as we ascended the rocky mountain that overlooked the forest, and where our home was carved into. In the winter months we tend to buy food from the town, rather than hunting it, as the cold mixed with the decrease in animal options can tire us out easily.

After we got a witch to cast a spell on the cave so that anyone who entered it turned around and left, completely forgetting why they wanted to go in the cave, except us of course, we took the liberty of making it a permanent home. There was a little kitchen area with a gas oven, we had a lounge area with a TV, a power generator that gives us electricity, there was a small stream that ran through the cave that has fresh drinking water, and there were two bedroom areas too.

As we got closer to the cavern entrance, I picked up a scent, a very familiar scent. There, standing to the side of the cave entrance, leaning against the rocky wall, with one foot up against the rocks, was Damien, our best friend and only real connection to the outside world. "Dame, my man," Jason grinned, dropping his bags on the ground and going over to bro-hug Damien.

"I wish you would stop with that nickname, it is too feminine!" Damien chuckled. "Hey princess," he smiled at me, holding his arms out. I walked over and punched him in the shoulder. "No hug?" he grinned childishly at me, I stuck my tongue out at him. Damien is the biggest flirt I've ever met, and he's a tease too. He is an attractive man, with dark hair, pale skin, whisky brown eyes and sharp features. He was extremely tall and well built, much like my brother, however my brother was clean shaven, and Damien, as a rouge, was pretty grizzly. He looks extremely similar to his father, Leopold; the rouge alpha, and personality wise the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. He is also one of my closest friends.

"What are you doing here?" asked Jason.

"Just come to see my girlfriend and her brother," he smirked at me.

"Fuck off Dame," I said, wiping that smirk off his face. Calling me princess, or his girlfriend, or a whole other manner of terms of endearment was one way that Damien liked to piss me off. Once when I was sixteen, we both got really drunk and had sex, and then a load of other times, but it was never anything romantic. Jason doesn't know either. God, if Jason found out he would kill me with his eyes, and then literally kill Damien, after chopping his dick off. Trust me, Jason has literally told Damien whilst we were all together that if he ever got with me, he would chop his dick off, feed it to some sharks, then stab him in the heart.

"You wanna come in?" asked Jason.

"Yep," Damien said.

"Hold this," Jason handed Damien an enchanted stone made of lapis lazuli for Damien to hold. Anyone who is holding that particular stone can walk in absolutely fine.

"I really need to get my own one of these," said Damien, examining the stone.

"No, because I don't want you to come in uninvited," I scowled at him.

"Oh honeybunches, you love it when I cum," Damien winked at me. I punched him in the stomach. Luckily Jason is pretty oblivious to all of Damien's flirting, or has at least marked it down as completely harmless.

"Shut the fuck up Dame," Jason growled. Maybe not completely oblivious.

Jason walked over to the fridge and grabbed three beers, chucking one to Damien, one to myself and keeping one for himself. I elongated my index finger into my wolf claw to pop the lid off the beer, as did the boys, and took a long sip. We sat on the sofas around the TV, which had a firepit in the middle, and I used my powers of controlling the element 'fire' to light it. "I still can't get over how powerful you two are," Damien shook his head whilst staring at the two of us.

"Well, we are the Dimitri twins," grinned Jason. "Tell me, what crap are they spurting about us today?"

"Apparently you are both 6000 years old and were birthed by the mood goddess herself."

"Does this face look like it is 6000 years old?" I asked, pointing to my face. Then I remembered the two idiots that I was sat with and added, "don't answer that." The two idiots just chuckled.

"You should've got some of that wrinkle cream at the shop earlier," teased Jason. I threw him a glare, and then launched a ball of fire at his face, which he froze mid-air, and the ball fell to the ground, with ice shards scattering all over the floor.

"You irritate me," I grumbled at him.

"Ah, brother-sister love at its finest," Damien chipped in, to which we both sent matching glares.

Oh, and yes, we have the ability to control the elements, I control earth and fire, Jason controls air and water. I have absolutely no idea how. Our parents helped us wield our powers until they died when we turned 8, then we moved caves and learnt the rest ourselves, which was kind of hard, but we made it.

"Make me a rose," Damien asked. I scrunched my hand in a ball, and when I opened it there was a perfectly formed pink rose in the middle of my palm. I threw it at Damien. "It's gorgeous, like you."

"Leave Ari alone," Jason glared at Damien, jokily, I think.

"So, any worldly gossip?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, so my dad met his mate, she's the Luna now," Damien started.

"Fuck, what happened to Pam?" Jason asked.

"Pam kicked him in the balls like five times, called him a scumbag, she titty punched his new mate, Quinn, and then she ran off into the woods. Didn't even say goodbye, but she left the wedding ring behind, and a note telling dad and I to go fuck ourselves. I don't know how I have anything to do with it, but still," Damien shrugged his shoulders, and took a long swig of his beer.

"Shit," I muttered.

"Pam titty punched Quinn, that's fucking hilarious," Jason was beside himself with laughter, gripping his stomach.

"She's actually a nice lady. My dad is completely smitten, he's already arranging the wedding. You two are invited."

"I'll get a dress," I said.

"Oh, so here are some more headlines; Blue Crescent pack's gamma turned out to be a serial rapist and he has been murdered, the witches have decided that they don't do magic for werewolves anymore, and the Princess has gone missing."

"Rapist scum," muttered my brother.

"Princess Madison?" I asked. Jason nodded his head. "Bet they're blaming it on us," I rolled my eyes.

"They thought it was my dad firstly, they raided some of the camps, but decided it wasn't us. Plus, if Dad bested the fucking Alpha King, you know he'd be shouting it from the rooftops. My dad doesn't kidnap kids either," he shrugged. "There's some theory about hunters coming back too, but they thought that was a stupid idea. Then yeah, the final option is you two."

"Fucking hell," Jason growled. "Can't we get some bloody peace for once in our lives?"

"Tell me about it," I agreed.