70: Final Things

Kelsey

So turns out my brother really is a shapeshifter like our sister and I, maybe mom will tell us whether his dad is human or not.. She'll probably lie but it's worth a shot. Although... I should just be able to smell him and find out. Since Skye teleported me home I headed to my moms room to see if she was actually home or not.

Thankfully she was so I'm able to ask, "Is Mason's dad a human, shifter or werewolf?"

She looked taken aback and questioned, "Why are you asking?"

I rolled my eyes and slightly snapped, "Just answer please."

She sighed and finally god damn answered, "Werewolf I believe, like I told you before one not worth finding a second time."

"You really get around don't you. The real fricken winner that was Phillip, twice, and your own sisters husband. Just... wow." I stated flatly then turned around and took a few steps out of her room but she stopped me by calling out, "Could you at least tell me why you wanted to know that? And tell me how you came to that conclusion? Now that you've insulted me." I scoffed as I turned back around.

"Oh? You upset we know who his father is? It's so Skye and I know just how powerful Mason's powers are. Clearly. You really thought we wouldn't piece together that he should to some extent be able to shift like us? Nice to know you have so much faith in us, no wonder Skye wants to die and tried killing herself." My words came out faster and a lot angrier and defensive than I thought they would, but I completely meant them and didn't give one fuck if it hurt her. "Skye's suffering her whole fucking life is your fault, and your fault alone." I spat after, hating her for putting Skye through all that. Yes we wouldn't have anything turn out the way it has right now if either we weren't born or were raised together like we should have been but still. Skye didn't deserve almost eighteen years of being used, shunned, hated and a punching bag. No one fucking deserves that bullshit. So for her sake I'm willing to fucking move out and let my mom wallow alone, let her know exactly how her own daughter felt up till she had Dylan and Lily. Even now, to some extent she probably still feels alone. After I finished speaking I went back to my room, leaving her speechless and in pain. Let's call it Karma. I had partially forgiven her, but this morning with Skye opening up about that shit she was forced to go through reversed it all. I sat in the middle of my floor with a piece of paper and a pencil I don't really care about, then aggressively scribbled the fuck out of the piece of paper. 'You uh.. little mad there babe?' I heard Drake ask. I could tell he was poorly trying to keep the amusement out of his voice and rolled my eyes as my response. As I did so I noticed him standing out on my balcony smiling at me.

I rushed over and opened the doors to let him in and commented, "You like dramatic romance appearing here like that don't you?"

My mate smiled bigger and replied, "Yes, yes I do." Then swiftly pulled me into him and kissed me. I pulled away and smiled.

"Come on, let's get some sleep." I said, walking over to my bed and laying down. Drake lay beside me and pulled me into him like he did the first time he slept over. I quickly fell asleep, enjoying how right it feels having him here with me.

After waking up in the morning we got ready and headed to school AGAIN, fucking hate school. All anyone talks about is grad. We fucking get it, we're graduating this year, in like a month. Pretty sure every single fricken person in twelfth grade knows that they're, oh I don't know... IN THEIR LAST YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL. Jesus, I mean yes a lot of the seniors here are dumb enough to not know that kind of thing but like fuck I'm not, my friends aren't, few other people aren't. Why should we fricken suffer just cause everyone else is goddamn stupid? I fought the urge to loudly sigh and make multiple inappropriate comments as we sat through yet another god forsaken grad lecture. Felt like Skye right now, not wanting to hear anything about prom or anything. I mean yes I sorta wanted to go, dress up super over the top and stuff just cause, but I have never been one for dancing. Which is why I didn't really like going to that ball a while back. Drake doesn't really want to go either but said we should probably go for the experience, so years down the road when people ask about it we don't have to deal with dumbass comments like "What? You never went to prom?! They're all so fun! It was the best time of my life, bet you regret not going." Bullshit like that. Finally they were done blabbing on and on at us and let us go for lunch. If I didn't have acting last I would have just gone home, but I love acting as much as drawing so I have to go. Lucky me and the job I now have, I'm already acing this class while getting better at my job. Back when I was still in drawing, the art room was mysteriously fully painted with really cool paintings, while Skye was here. Hmmmmmmmmmm wonder who it was?! Pft. Anyway guess what our fucking project had to do with. 😒. We had to come up with a skit about grad and had to have different points about things we're looking forward to after graduation. All I did was write different things describing how much I'm looking forward to not dealing with and not talking about fricken graduation shit anymore and made a skit out of it. The teacher wasn't very impressed by it but gave me a B+ anyways, even after my taunting, snide ass smirk at her. 'I think I look up to Skye a little too much.. That or we're too much a like.' I joked slightly to myself in my head, Drake chuckling and answering, 'Well you guys are twins.' I accidentally snorted out loud and made people look around for who made a fart type noise, playing along copying them like usual. No one looked at me pointedly and everyone went back to their skits. When class ended I packed up and went to Skye's house to practice my shifting more, and obviously make sure she's still alright.

We trained me for awhile then went inside for a snack where I eventually asked, "So, are you wanting just me to know about your art or are you supposed to tell everyone else too?" I added a hint of amusement to my voice since I knew Dylan was highly likely somewhere eavesdropping.

My sister rolled her eyes and sighed/muttered, "Everyone." I heard a chuckle from somewhere in the living room and playfully rolled my eyes with my sister.

"Really Dylan? You know it's rude to eavesdrop all the time." I called out to him.

He came into the kitchen and chuckled again replying, "Well I was minding my own business, not my fault you guys speak loud enough for anyone to hear."

"So anyways, you planning on telling everyone? Their minds are gonna explode, it'll be fun to watch." I asked and said, smirking slightly and moved my eyebrows up and down a couple times to make my sister laugh and shake her head.

"If you want you could get them to come over right now and witness their brains explode." She answered, amusement but a hint of dread in her voice.

"Why not, get it over with for you." I responded, lightly joking to cheer her up a little. She sighed again and nodded so I mind linked them and made a portal to the pack house. Drake, Kat and Jason came through shortly after looking slightly confused.

"Not complaining but I thought you hated people in your house?" Jason commented. We could all tell Skye didn't like people over much, but I now know why.

"Yeah, but I'm being forced to be fully open and honest with you guys since I want to anyways but also—no offence intended—really don't at the same time but I'm gonna stop ranting and just tell you already." Skye went on, fidgeting and trying to avoid eye contact with anyone then took a deep breath. "All this art is actually mine. No one else's what so ever. I painted it all after moving in this house in grade seven up till now and lied about it because I hate people knowing how well I can draw because of that damn "oh you could make so much money from this" lecture that I've now heard three fucking times so please fucking don't unless you want your skull to be dented. Also, if you refuse to believe its mine I will kindly kick you the fuck out of my life." I blinked in surprise at how many fricken words she just said in one breath.

"Jesus fuck, that was a shit ton of words at once." Dylan piped up, voicing all our bewilderment.

I'm assuming he said something to her in mind link, for she sighed exasperated and added, "Also something no one but him knows is I have asthma which is why you never see me running unless I'm shifted into something or getting icecream." My mate and friends just stared in shock at her still, I was just surprised she has asthma.

"YOU painted all this????!" Kat asked. Skye rolled her eyes and nodded, looking away while the three of them looked over the paintings again.

Then she added, "I also painted your schools art room because it was ugly as fuck. Painted my schools one too but that was awhile ago." Called it. Everyone looked in shock at her again then continued looking at her house. Eventually they got over it and we all just hung out all night, not bothering about sleeping till like four in the morning because yay finally no stupid school since it's the weekend. Also **tImE zOnEs**

Grad and prom are not at all up to the hype they make it out to be. They were both so boring and meaningless to me, woo I have a paper proving I graduated High School and now have to work every day of my life till I'm too old and broken to do so anymore, what fucking fun. Not. Least I— oh wait I'm going to miss pissing Mr. H off... Damn it.... I actually saw and briefly talked to him at Prom, firmly shook his hand and asked, "No hard feelings?" He glared slightly but holy fuck he actually cracked a smile and repeated, "No hard feelings." So I guess we made a truce type thing even though we're never seeing each other like ever again but whatever I guess. As for prom itself, was a piece of shit and waste of money and time like I knew it would be. Least when people ask how it was the conversation will die immediately after I answer them. Now that Drake, Kat and I have graduated they have to move back to Liakith to be full time royals pretty much.

"I want you to move there with us Kelsey." Drake stated as he looked down at me, emotions swirling through his beautiful eyes.

A huge smile broke it's way onto my face as I practically leapt onto my mate to squish him in a tight hug and answered, "I'd love to move with you." I could feel the smile on his face as he hugged me back.

"I hope you know that means you will have to officially become Luna." Drake said, pulling away.

I kept smiling and nodded replying, "I know." He smiled again and pulled me back into a hug, tucking his face in the crook of my neck. Oh yeah, for grad I faked nice to my mom just so if down the road I actually forgive her at all neither of us live in regret about her not being at my grad or anything, same with prom pics and stuff. Glad I'm going to move to Liakith with my mate, don't have to pretend my mom isn't an asshole. And obviously seeing my mate every single day is going to be the best fucking thing ever. 

After a couple months of anticipation, my whole crowning ceremony came around. Kat and a few other girl pack members at their castle were crowded around me, doing my hair, make up and fiddling around with the dress they put me in for the ceremony. After hours of standing here like a manikin I was finally allowed to see my reflection and was shocked at how mature and beautiful I looked. Since everyone inside the castle was/knew about the whole werewolf thing, my coronation is going to be both becoming Luna and getting crowned as Queen. Drake obviously is becoming Alpha and being crowned as King. The whole time before hand was a blur to me until I was slowly walking up the long walkway towards Drakes father, then everything finally settled in and I fully realized that after today Drake and I are the ones everyone is going to look up to and ask for help with anything. I fought the smile that wanted to come to my face since I need to keep a straight face for this for whatever reason. I guess smiling makes me look like I'll be a fucking psychopath queen or something. Though let's be honest, I fucking am whether I have a straight face right now or not. After repeating both oaths and deeply curtsying I slowly dipped my head and felt my crown be placed on my head. Drake had done the same thing except instead of a curtsy he knelt on one knee. We both stood together and faced the giant crowd behind us and bowed/curtsied to them as they cheered for us. Drake shot a look at his dad, looking like a little boy looking to make sure his parents are proud of what he did. His fathers eyes glistened with happiness at his son, Kat standing off to my side had the same look in her eyes as she watched us. Skye and Dylan were in the front row, I had made the king and Drake wait till after Skye's coronation to have mine so I could see her triumphantly take what's rightfully hers and see the joy she got from everyone actually loving her. I smiled at my sister, tears in my eyes. Finally we're both happy, and can talk and see each other every day since we're neighbors, coworkers, and just a portal away.

Skye

Second time now I have woken up naked with a naked Dylan holding me. "Fuck you." I quietly muttered but snuggled into his chest that vibrated with laughter as he asked, "You gonna say that every time Quetzal?"

I smiled slightly and stated, "Yes." Dylan chuckled more and I added, "I'm hungry."

"Oh want some more do you?" He teased, making my face flush red and me teleport to my bathroom, the door still open.

"Stop being so cocky!" I shouted, teleporting clothes onto myself. I heard Dylan loudly laugh and get up.

"And here I thought you liked my cockiness." When I kept my eyes squinted shut and didn't answer with my face redder than a tomato Dylan added, "Jesus Quetzal I'm kidding, come on let's go get breakfast and go to school." I teleported clothes onto Dylan too and headed downstairs for some cereal now that I actually am hungry for the first time in a long while, at Kelsey's I acted like eating was fine but inside I had wanted to throw up from eating anything let alone that much food. Thankfully Dylan didn't ruin the fact I'm hungry by asking that I finally am since he most likely knows not to. He just smiled warmly at me as we both ate. Soon we went to school where my happier mood got torn apart by all the "graduation this" and "graduation that" I FUCKING GET IT GRADE TWELVES GRADUATE UNLESS THEY'RE FUCKING STUPID AS HELL STOP FUCKING REMINDING US WHEN WE ALREADY FUCKING KNOW! I balled my hands to fists as I tried extremely hard to not implode with rage then slammed my head onto my desk, fighting the urge to teleport duct tape and ropes onto the teacher yammering on about grad and prom for the millionth time. Suddenly a fire started somewhere so someone pulled the fire alarm and we all had to organizationally file out of the school to the field to wait till it was clear to go back in. Word had quickly spread around about it being in the caf and no one had a clue how it started and many that were in the cafeteria kitchen blamed themselves for what they were trying to cook and must have forgotten about the stove being on. I kept a straight face as I smirked mentally to myself knowing it was my fault so I wouldn't have to listen to that stupid speech anymore. I felt watched and looked at another class to see Dylan playfully glaring at me. He was gone on a bathroom trip when someone pulled the alarm so he had to join the first class he found on his way out. I shrugged and made an innocent face that asked "what?". He just shook his head and chuckled at me. I looked beside me and found Lily standing with her arms crossed, looking at me like a parent trying to scold their kid.

"Was that your fault?" She sternly asked, making me fight laughing as I answered, "No." She raised a brow at me and waited for me to try again.

I cracked a big smile at my friend and said, "What? It was someone in the caf cooking something for lunch and forgot to not catch the shit on fire." She shook her head as I heard Dylan laughing his ass off in my head. After forever we were allowed back in the school but had to go to our next class since the one we were at before had ended. I had brought my stuff with me because fuck the rules of ditching everything and going outside since haha fireproof and the cause of fire so screw everyone. I headed to my next class and managed to block the teacher out this time and drew. Once I finished my drawing I was taken aback by it. Finally something not depressing when I fully zone out. It was of myself with a challenging smirk on my face, eyes twinkling. I let myself genuinely smile for once and ignored the fact Dylan was beside me smiling as well. I even let him put his arm across my shoulders and kiss my cheek.

"I'd appreciate it if you two would pay attention to what I have to say instead of ignoring me for PDA." The teacher stated, glaring at us, making every single student in here stare at us. No clue why, maybe it was the happiness of finally not feeling like shit, but I smirked at the teacher then turned and planted a huge kiss on Dylan then leaned back and crossed my arms. The teacher, along with everyone else, was shocked and speechless so the teacher just continued with what he was saying before and left us the hell alone after that.

'You sure you ain't the cocky one Quetzal?' Dylan mentally asked me, happiness and amusement in his tone.

I smirked and thought back, 'You're the one with a cock so no, I am not the cocky one here.' From the corner of my eye I saw him stare in utter shock at me, maybe I am a little cocky right now.... Haha oh well. The bell rang so I got up and left, shooting an amused teasing glare/smirk at Dylan who was still sitting trying to process and get over what I said. Lunch soon came and Dylan was still trying to figure out how to reply to that. I chuckled and teased, "Really? Still can't get over the fact you have a dick? Jesus Dylan, eighteen years of life I thought you'd already know by now."

"Uh, I know I am a boy Skye. Can't believe you said that earlier though." He finally spoke.

I snorted and stated, "Well. It's quite obvious you are in fact male Dylan. Christ, why you so surprised by my bluntness?"

"Cause you haven't been blunt in a long fricken time and I'm trying to forget how much I missed it." He answered simply.

I smiled slightly and looked away and responded, "Well I finally didn't draw something depressing, let me enjoy myself being myself while it lasts. Won't take much to make me snap back to painful hollowness you know."

"What? You're in a good mood today?" Lily asked as she came to our usual tree.

I smiled at my friend and replied, "Surprisingly yeah, finally drew something good instead of depressing."

"Then deliberately made out with me with everyone in class staring." Dylan added in. Had to didn't you Dylan.

I covered my ears as Lily, being Lily, screamed, "WHAT!!!?!!!"

"SHhhuusshhh yo fricken face before I make you." I growled at Dylan who smiled innocently at me.

"You gonna make him be quiet by making out again?" Lily teased, making me roll my eyes and shake my head.

"God no. Anyways I want ice cream so let's go." I stated, friend glaring at her as I stood up.

After school Dylan and I went to my house. Dylan stayed in the living room while Kelsey and I were outside training, but laughed after I reluctantly answered her question when we came inside. 

"Really Dylan? You know it's rude to eavesdrop all the time." my sister called to him. He came into the kitchen laughing and blamed us for talking loud enough for him to hear, I partially wanted to remind him that we could have been a friggin block away and he'd still hear us but didn't since I like being the only one that knows about that power of his. I let Kelsey make a portal to the pack house for her friends and mate then annoyingly stood here while they stared at me in disbelief once I told them all the art here and in their school's art room is mine. Eventually we all just hung out and went to sleep at four in the morning, thank god it's finally the fricken weekend. 

I. Fucking. Hated Grad and prom. Though I had a little fun getting my diploma cause I flipped everyone off and left because they did everyone's last names alphabetically backwards, so I had already seen Lily and Dylan get their diploma's. Plus none of the three of us even applied for bursaries or scholarships because hello well paying job. Only went to prom for their sake because they wanted me to at least see and try to have fun before deciding that prom is shit. Which it was. I let Lily have her pictures and let Dylan have a slow dance that I half the time rolled my eyes at. The rest of the time I death glared at everyone who wouldn't quit staring at me.

"Okay. I want to fucking leave now. You wanted me here, I came, you got the shit you wanted. So I'm leaving." I stated then walked towards the door to leave.

"But you have to at least stay and make sure you aren't prom queen! Prom's not even half over yet Skye!" Lily whined.

I stared at her blankly and replied, "Lily. Last I checked everyone here knows better than to try and crown me shit queen. I don't need to stay." Guess who ended up staying just to see Dylan be crowned prom king for some odd reason I'm unaware of because I forget he's fairly well liked around here. Then some dumbass was crowned queen. And just like every cliche movie ever made that has prom in it, he ignored her and made me dance with him, for some reason shocking everyone. My god these people are stupid. After dancing for a few songs Dylan and I went outside for fresh air and to get away from the stuffy smell of sweaty teens. 

I got woken up by someone shaking me and saying stuff I ignored and growled at. I heard them laugh and say, "Quetzal, you need to wake up so we can go do all the awesome fun stuff I have planned for you."

I growled more and said, "Fuck off, I'm busy."

"Oh really? Doing what?"

"Sleeping." I stated, refusing to open my eyes.

"Don't even want this delicious breakfast I made for you?" They questioned, pure amusement in their voice.

I cracked an eye open to glare at Dylan and slightly growled, "fuck you," and closed my eye again.

"Aight. Plan B it is then." He said, getting off my bed.

"And what would that be?" I scoffed.

"Be an asshole." He answered simply then jumped on me and bounced the bed continuously and started yelling really loud, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!" Over. And over. And over. I didn't bother questioning how he knows it's my birthday since all he'd have to do is ask Kelsey when hers is and he'd have his answer for when mine is.

"OKAY HOLY FUCK FINE I'M AWAKE GOD DYLAN FUCKING STOP IT YOU GOD DAMN IMMATURE BUTTHOLE!" I finally yelled, pushing him. He didn't actually get off and stayed hovering over me, smiling down at me then kissed me.

"Happy birthday my beautiful love that speaks too many languages." He said, tucking my hair behind my ear with love shining in his eyes.

No clue what language I used but I playfully rolled my eyes and replied I'm hoping in English, "Thank you. I love you too. Now get off." I joked at the end to which he chuckled at and got off me, then handed me a tray with fancy looking food on it.

"Damn, fanciest breakfast I've ever fuckin seen. Thank you." I commented smiling at him after, knowing he put a shit ton of effort into it. He smiled and waited for me to finish before taking the dishes downstairs and washing them. He handed me an outfit to wear, made me change into it, then took me zip-lining, gave me a swim suit to take me scuba diving. Took me to a big ass weapon store I've somehow never bloody heard of and didn't want to ever leave, and bought me a bunch of cool weapons that I desperately needed(wanted). And after all of that, as we were walking we came across four puppies left stranded on the side of the road so obviously we rescued them. We took them to the agency for the doctor/vet to look at, then once they were cleared as fine Dylan and I surprised Kelsey, Kat and Willow with them. After that I shifted my clothes to badass looking princess attire and took us to Trealle.

"Time to get off my throne aptal, lanet değersiz zalimler." I spat, strong and loud at my so called parents.

Kelsey had come with me to finally expose them for their lies and bullshit and asked confused, "What the fuck was that last bit...?"

"Stupid, fucking worthless tyrants in Turkish." I whispered back, glaring but proudly smirking at them.

"Since when could you fricken speak Turkish???" She asked, but I didn't answer.

They stood and glared at me spitting, "You'll have the throne over our dead bodies."

I smiled wider, probably looking insane now and teleported to right in front of them and quietly growled in delight, "That can be arranged." Then bashed their heads together to knock them out. "FUCK I'VE BEEN WAITING SO LONG TO DO THAT!" I yelled, in this moment not caring about no swearing here. I did a little spin and couldn't help but dance the tiniest bit. Mason entered the room looking confused then lit up when he saw us.

"Finally of age huh?" He teased, glancing at our fake parents unconscious on the floor. 

"Yup. Speaking of, I'm not the only one getting gifts today. Happy my birthday to you. Well... I guess Kelsey's birthday to you too cause... yeah, anyways here." I responded, handing him the fourth puppy afterwards. He looked as though his heart melted as he gently took the little puppy from me. "Him and his three siblings were ditched in a ditch so we rescued them. Kelsey, Kat and Willow have the other three. Since I'm taking over here, figured Roxie could use a friend in both worlds." I explained, smiling at his joy. Can't wait till he's open with his relationship, I had helped him and Nolan be able to contact each other without needing anyone else's help so they've been flirting. Even better for them I know what the first rule change I'm making as queen is.

Coronation ended up being the next day. My nerves were all over the fricken place, and Dylan could tell. "Why are you so nervous Quetzal, you'll be fine." He asked gently, continuing to work on my hair.

"I'm not sure I can actually do this..." I quietly answered, staring at the floor.

"Well your fake parents are already in the dungeon so it's a little late to turn back now." He replied. I gaped my mouth and turned to smack his arm then turned back around to go back to staring at the floor. "Queztal you know I'm kidding. Everyone's looking forward to this, and they're all going to love you as a queen. Okay? And I'll always be right here beside you, pissing you off to no end. Just like Lily and Kelsey." Dylan did a better job of comforting me.

I sighed and questioned, "You really think so..?"

He came and squatted down in front of me and smiled lovingly at me, answering, "With every cell in my being."

I teasingly scoffed and replied, "Coulda just simply said yes but okay." He smiled bigger and went back to my hair. "Thank you.." I said with more seriousness.

"Now, could you tell me why I'm dressed up so fancy?" He asked.

"To keep up your prince charade first of all, and second you're associated with me so duh you have to look nice." I teasingly retorted, hopefully lying well enough for once. He didn't question it and continued my hair until my helpers came and kicked him out.

Then came time for me to walk myself down the walkway to be crowned after taking the oath. "If you wish to have a king at your side either call him forward or wait seven years to pick one then." The guy spoke, waiting for my response.

Eight months ago I would have had an internal war with myself about it, but now I loud, clear and firmly answered without a single ounce of hesitation, "Dylan Ironheart." As I stared intently into his eyes, seeing the surprise shoot through them before being replaced with absolute happiness.

I, sorry everyone, heard Lily's, "AWWWWEEEEEE!!!!" I smiled the slightest bit but let amusement shine in my eyes as I kept eye contact with Dylan as he walked up to stand at my side. He obviously had to go through the whole crowning and oath thing then we both turned and bowed/curtsied to the crowd of our people. Seems weird to be only eighteen and now queen with a king and everything but... With Dylan at my side everything will always be right. I love him and we will get through anything that gets thrown at us.