Arabella Dimitri

After another day of driving, arguing, shit music choices from Damien, less shit music choices from Jason, the best music choices from me, a lot of car snacks and teasing eachother endlessly, we finally made it to a motel that was just a couple miles out from the border of the Blue Crescent pack.

"Do you think they'll actually be there?" asked Damien, launching himself over the back of the sofa to sit on it next to me, where I was looking at the maps of the territory that were laid out on the coffee table.

"If they aren't there I just wasted a whole load of time," I grumbled.

"We just wasted a whole load of time," he whispered in my ear, giving it a slight nibble. I have to admit, I was incredibly turned on, but I shoved him away anyway, as Jason was only in the bathroom next door.

"I'd be surprised if they weren't there," said Jason, walking out of the bathroom with shaving foam around his beard, half the beard shaved off, and a razor in his hand. "It's not the rogues, it's not the vampires, I doubt it's the witches because they have better things to do, and the only pack annoyed with the royal pack is this one."

"It makes sense," I nodded my head.

"Why the fuck are you shaving your face?" asked Damien, changing the topic of conversation.

"Hey, some of us take pride in our appearance. I am 6000 years old you know, I do have to try these days."

"Imagine if you two actually were 6000 years old. God, that would be awful."

"Pretty funny though," joked Jason.

"Dimitri, how many girls in the blue crescent pack have you had sex with?" I asked him.

"Probably about 6, why?" he answered. Yeah, Damien was a serious man-slag too. There seemed to be something about pack-girls liking to sneak off out their borders to have raunchy rouge-sex in the middle of a forest. Damien always referred to it as 'supply and demand'. He seems to have settled down a bit now. A couple of times he got into a few altercations when the she-wolf he had just shagged found her mate, and it often got a bit messy. Let's just say werewolves are possessive creatures...

"I feel so bad for your mate," muttered Jason.

"Hey, it's all practice for my mate, so that she can feel the best she can feel," Damien argued, "and your sister," he teased. I smacked him round the head for that comment, and Jason looked at him with a look that could kill.

"Yeah, it stops becoming 'practice' when you pass three hundred," Jason rolled his eyes.

"Oi, it was like one hundred fifty, at most. Only one of them really mattered though," he said cryptically, looking over at me. Luckily, for his sake and mine, Jason didn't pick up on the fact he was referring to me.

"Guys, let's stick to the task at hand, please," I snapped at the two of them.

"So, tell me the fucking plan," Damien demanded.

"Watch it," I warned.

The plan was simple yet insanely complicated. Of course, I came up with the entire plan on my own, because as I said before, the two idiots with me have about five braincells between them. However, they are the muscles behind this operation, and I needed the backup.

Firstly, Damien got in contact with a couple of the girls he had been with separately. He said that he wanted to have sex in a 'real bed' this time, and asked if they could sneak him in. They all messaged with different ways of sneaking in, and we chose the best. The best was from the daughter of the new gamma, to replace the executed one, and she told us about some tunnels that ran underneath the land. The tunnels were heavily guarded though, but they went straight to the packhouse.

After getting the rest of the plan together, Jason and I headed towards the border of the pack.

"Hide your fucking scent you imbecile," I snapped to Jason. Yeah, Jason and I have the ability to hide our scents. I guess it comes with the powers we got or something. Damien, however, does not have that power, but he has a whole other use.

"Fuck you," he snapped back at me. Ah, sibling love. With that, we crossed over the border, being wary to avoid any of the patrols. The tunnels weren't far past the border, so we quickly ducked into them.

They were pretty much as expected, stone and wet, crawling with patrol guards though. Jason, however, froze every one that we saw, before they saw us and were able to mindlink anyone. Jason can literally freeze people in a cube of ice, but they're fine once the ice thaws, it's a pretty effective method as well, because they don't even have the chance to mindlink for help, like they would if we attacked from behind and broke their necks or something.

Once we made it through the tunnels, it was my time to shine, and that was in the form of a distraction. I pointed my hand at some trees that were near the packhouse, and set them alight with my mind. Everyone ran screaming, and it was pretty funny. "Let's go," Jason called to me. We walked normally from there, right into the empty packhouse and to the offices. "Keep guard, I'll look," I said to Jason, quickly rummaging through the piles and piles of papers to find the location of the cells.

"Incoming," Jason said.

"Fuck," I hissed under my breath. It was the last drawer that I got to which had the maps, of course it would be the last fucking drawer. I grabbed them, shoved open the window and used a branch that I made grow out of a nearby tree to lower us onto the ground.

"Where are they?" Jason asked.

"It says..." I scanned over them. "Below us," I stated.

"Right. The entrance?"

"Ummmm, over here," I gestured, quickly running through the trees.

The entrance to the cells was pretty well concealed, and pretty heavily guarded too. We watched over from up a tall tree where they couldn't see us. It was time to start the next part of the plan; this was a distraction too, but much bigger.

I grabbed my phone and texted Dimitri the words, 'it's time'. After about five minutes all of the guards, and a load of people from inside the cells, ran out. Dimitri's job was the other distraction – rogues. He basically called his dad and requested a load of rogues to attack the blue crescent pack, and that is what they are doing, distracting all of the pack warriors. With the guards gone, and the cells clear, I quickly hopped down from the tree, and walked straight into the cells. I left Jason behind, to follow in after a couple of minutes, just to make sure the coast was completely clear.

The cells smelt just like I would expect cells to smell; dingy, musky, with overpowering odours of human waste and vomit. This was no place for a child, or for anyone really.

"Madison," I called out. "Princess Madison," I called again. I continued walking through the cells, glad for my heightened vision as it was not lit well at all. I could hear many different heart beats, no doubt from all of the prisoners being held captive. I wondered briefly what they had all done, I wondered if I should release them all. Packs were horrible, I decided. This pack was the worst, although it was the first, and only pack I had actually set foot in, but after all the stories Damien had told me about packs, and now seeing it with my own eyes, I was definitely not a fan.

As I continued through the prison, I heard the whimpering of a small girl. I span and sourced the sound pretty quickly. There, on one of the cold, hard floors of a cell was a little girl, sitting in the corner, cowering away from me. The girl was wearing a pink dress, that looked expensive and fancy, but it was ripped and dirty. The girl also looked like she had been roughed up a bit, with various scratches and bruises. The thing about werewolf healing is it gets better and quicker as you get older, then plateaus, then gets worse after a certain point gradually, very slowly though. These bruises must be pretty fresh still, and the scratches even fresher. "Madison?" I asked, even though I was fairly sure it was her. She cowered away from me. "I'm here to save you," I said, trying my best to sound kind, and caring, but in reality I think my voice came out rushed, and probably a little harsh.

"Mate," I heard Jason say. I snapped my head around to see him looking at a man, a very roughed up, unconscious looking man, worse than I had ever seen anyone else.

"Jace, we need to get these people out of here, all of them," I said to him. He heard me, but he gave barley a nod in response, to captivated by his mate to think about anything else.

I realised he would be fairly useless at this point. Eventually I got through to him and he froze the locks, allowing me to bash them open, so at least he did one good thing.

"Hey, save me, please, and my mate, she is next to me, I promise I will repay you in more ways than one," I heard a husky voice say. Damn he looked like absolute shit. Why the fuck not? I broke the lock of his cell, and the cell of the girl next to him.

After everyone was out of their cells, I led them all above ground. I helped those who were too weak to run or shift onto the backs of those who could shift and run, and then helped my brother's unconscious mate onto his back. Madison and Jessica, the princess and the lady in waiting, climbed onto my back, and we ran off, out of the pack. When we reached Damien, he stopped the fighting, turned and ran with us, until we eventually stopped at a clearing.

Damien explained to those that we had saved how there was space for all of them in the rogue pack, should they wish to join, and in fact many of them did join, leaving with the rest of the rogue army we had put together.

Soon, all that was left of us was my brother's mate and my brother, the lady in waiting, princess Madison, Damien, myself and a couple of mates who decided to stay with us.