<h4>Chapter 557: 557-Our Wedding Was Special</h4>


    <strong>Clementine:</strong>


    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 me feeling this way or if there was something about Misty Corners that made mates automatically think about getting intimate afterward.


    "It seemed like he had developed a crush on you too," Ianmented as he mentioned the Hallow man, making me 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," hemented, giving my back a gentle squeeze.


    "Okay, I can me him. You are too perfect."


    Ian started flirting the moment he got the chance, and I rolled my eyes at him.


    "What if he stole me from you?"


    As soon as I said that, even though it was meant yfully, 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. "Clementine, I will not allow anyone toe 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, pping his chest to bring him back to his normal self instead of being so aggressive.


    "Alright, enough talking. We need to move. We are gettingte," I reminded them.


    We did not have much time.


    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 time," Leysa replied, getting up from the road and dusting off her clothes.


    "Still, you never know," I said.


    "What do you mean? Are there more dangerous monsters after this?" Troy asked us.


    At that moment, I realized I should have told them what we might expect next.


    "Tell me, 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 me up.


    "Ian, put me down," Iined.


    Instead, he flipped me over his shoulder so I was hanging there, and then he lightly smacked me in yful retaliation.


    I knew it might look strange to Troy and Leysa, but it wasn’t strange for us.


    Even in intimate moments, we were unpredictable.


    With Ian, you never really knew what mood he would switch into.


    "Lying again?" he said. "Lying is bad."


    Ian swatted me again while I giggled.


    Honestly, I was already aroused, but this wasn’t the time.


    "Fine. Sorry," I said.


    He slowly lowered me down, far too smoothly, keeping me 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 mess with Troy and Leysa but Ian caught me 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 ce is called the Theatre," Ian said.


    We both stepped slightly apart and pointed toward it.


    But the cheerfulness in my voice began fading the moment I remembered 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 exining 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 moment it opened, the memories 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 same 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 remember, there used to be many in there," Ian continued.


    I hugged myself at the memory of it.


    "What does it mean that there used to be, and why did Clementine say they do not exist?" Lisa asked, almost in a whisper, trying to avoid letting me 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 exining 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 wereing 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," Troymented, a little softly.


    "It was. I had never seen her break down like that before, lose herself like that. I mean, 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 came up behind me and wrapped her arms around me 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 time. 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 time to exin everything.


    "Our wedding took ce 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 ce. She was considered special here. That’s why my wolf is the way it is."


    As I exined, a bright smile stayed on my face the entire time.


    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 me feel lucky.


    I was truly blessed to be able to get so close to him.


    He hugged me 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 toe closer.


    She rushed in, hugging both of us quickly.


    "I hope she is not expecting the same kind of wedding from me. I am not going into that antique shop to face those misty monsters again," Troymented, pouting yfully.


    Leysa grunted without breaking the hug.


    "Guys, what about me?" Troyined.


    "Get in here," Ian said, motioning him over.


    Soon all of us were standing in a group hug.