Clentine:
We had just defeated a monster and barely made it out alive.
We were sitting on the road, catching our breath, when our attention shifted back to the Hollow man.
"This is getting a little too tiring," I told Ian as I sat on top of him.
He was spread across the road like a sheet, and I sat on his stomach with my legs stretched out.
My hands rested on his chest, and my head was turned toward the hollow man.
On the other side, Leysa and Troy were getting quite intimate.
I could not tell if it was just feeling this way or if there was sothing about Misty Corners that made mates automatically think about getting intimate afterward.
"It seed like he had developed a crush on you too," Ian comnted as he ntioned the Hallow man, making smile at him.
"Really? And why would that be?" I asked teasingly, running my finger up and down his neck to his chest.
I watched the corner of his lip turn upward, forming a smirk.
"Because you are so gorgeous," he comnted, giving my back a gentle squeeze.
"Okay, I can bla him. You are too perfect."
Ian started flirting the mont he got the chance, and I rolled my eyes at him.
"What if he stole from you?"
As soon as I said that, even though it was ant playfully, I watched the smirk leave Ian’s face.
It was clear he did not even want to imagine it as a joke.
"Well then, I’ll fucking kill him," he grunted, more serious than ever. "Clentine, I will not allow anyone to co close to you. I don’t care how big of a monster it is."
He continued to clench his jaw.
"I was just kidding, you idiot," I said, instantly changing the subject, slapping his chest to bring him back to his normal self instead of being so aggressive.
"Alright, enough talking. We need to move. We are getting late," I reminded them.
We did not have much ti.
As soon as five hours were over, the crusaders on the other side were going to drop the stone of the second tower.
"Yes, but only two hours have passed. We still have plenty of ti," Leysa replied, getting up from the road and dusting off her clothes.
"Still, you never know," I said.
"What do you an? Are there more dangerous monsters after this?" Troy asked us.
At that mont, I realized I should have told them what we might expect next.
"Tell , are the next monsters even more dangerous?" Leysa asked.
The fear in her eyes was impossible to miss. She looked at my face with pure innocence.
"Yes. Much more," I replied, sharing a look with Ian.
Ian shook his head slightly, then bent down as if to kneel.
But instead of stepping aside, he picked up.
"Ian, put down," I complained.
Instead, he flipped over his shoulder so I was hanging there, and then he lightly smacked in playful retaliation.
I knew it might look strange to Troy and Leysa, but it wasn’t strange for us.
Even in intimate monts, we were unpredictable.
With Ian, you never really knew what mood he would switch into.
"Lying again?" he said. "Lying is bad."
Ian swatted again while I giggled.
Honestly, I was already aroused, but this wasn’t the ti.
"Fine. Sorry," I said.
He slowly lowered down, far too smoothly, keeping close enough that my body brushed firmly against his.
When my feet touched the ground, his arm wrapped tightly around my back.
I stared at him in surprise, then held my ears with both hands in mock apology.
I was just trying to ss with Troy and Leysa but Ian caught in a lie.
He smiled. Slowly, that smile turned sharper as he bit his lower lip.
With effort, he looked away and up at the sky before turning his head toward the Hollow man again, making sure it wasn’t getting closer.
"So the next place is called the Theatre," Ian said.
We both stepped slightly apart and pointed toward it.
But the cheerfulness in my voice began fading the mont I rembered what that theatre held.
"Do they kill people and put on shows with them? Or maybe it’s a show with dead bodies?" Leysa guessed, trying to imagine what kind of monsters we would face there.
"Not exactly," Ian replied. "There used to be deadly clowns there. More like–Weeping Angels."
He paused mid-sentence, searching for the right term before explaining what those monsters did.
Leysa’s fear visibly deepened as she listened.
"I hate clowns," she muttered, pouting at Troy.
Like a child, she grabbed his hand and stomped both feet as if throwing a tantrum.
"You had breathing problems earlier. Now what’s your issue?" Troy teased, tapping the tip of her nose.
"Anyway, you don’t need to worry. The Weeping Angel doesn’t exist anymore," I said in a dry tone as I walked past them toward the theatre.
"What’s wrong with her?" Troy asked Ian quietly as they followed.
Without hesitation, I pushed the theatre door open.
The mont it opened, the mories rushed back.
I wanted to break down right there, but I forced myself to stay steady.
"They are basically called the Watchers here, and it is the sa thing. After you make eye contact with them, you must not look away. The minute you do, they attack you. They stop when you are facing them, but rember, there used to be many in there," Ian continued.
I hugged myself at the mory of it.
"What does it an that there used to be, and why did Clentine say they do not exist?" Lisa asked, almost in a whisper, trying to avoid letting hear them because they could tell I was getting affected by the conversation.
"There was a Weeping Angel here. It was her mother," Ian began explaining to them.
He told them how I had seen her here, how we fought, and how I watched her die again.
Tears filled my eyes.
I kept my back to them as I walked slowly toward the other side of the theatre, toward the exit.
"Wait, was it truly her mother, or was a monster trying to pretend to be her mother?" Troy asked.
His question was legitimate, because this had happened before.
One of the monsters had actually tried to fool us.
So I could tell where all this conversation and the questions were coming from.
If only it had truly been just a dream and my mother was still alive.
"Actually, it truly was her mother," Ian told him.
"Oh no, that must have been so traumatizing for her," Troy comnted, a little softly.
"It was. I had never seen her break down like that before, lose herself like that. I an, except for the part when..." Ian paused, probably not wanting to think about the whole thing with Yorick and his family.
"I’m so sorry you had to go through all that," Leysa’s voice said softly.
Suddenly she ca up behind and wrapped her arms around from the side.
I stopped and turned toward her. I smiled faintly and rubbed her arm.
"It doesn’t end there," I said. "Because of Ian, I got to see my mother one more ti. I got to hug her. I got to speak with her."
As I continued, Leysa stepped back and looked at Ian. Troy looked confused too.
I turned fully to face them.
Now it was ti to explain everything.
"Our wedding took place here," I began. "In a special kind of venue."
I smiled at the thought of our wedding day.
"You know my mother belonged to one side of this place. She was considered special here. That’s why my wolf is the way it is."
As I explained, a bright smile stayed on my face the entire ti.
I told them everything. What we wore. How we danced. Every small detail.
And honestly, the more I spoke about it, the lighter my heart felt.
I walked over to Ian and wrapped my arms around him.
"I love you so much," I confessed, kissing his chest.
His scent alone made feel lucky.
I was truly blessed to be able to get so close to him.
He hugged back tightly.
"I love you more, my baby," he replied, rubbing my back.
"I’m so happy for you," Leysa said warmly. "You deserve your husband. He loves you the way you deserve to be loved."
I broke the hug and gestured for her to co closer.
She rushed in, hugging both of us quickly.
"I hope she is not expecting the sa kind of wedding from . I am not going into that antique shop to face those misty monsters again," Troy comnted, pouting playfully.
Leysa grunted without breaking the hug.
"Guys, what about ?" Troy complained.
"Get in here," Ian said, motioning him over.
Soon all of us were standing in a group hug.
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