Surrender To Us, Our Luna (One Luna, Four Alphas) novel Chapter 412

Chapter 412: 412-He Wants Me To Slay My Mother

Clementine:

Without realizing what I was doing, I came out from behind Ian’s back and rushed toward the clown. I wrapped my arms around her and cried hysterically.

"Clementine! No!" Ian yelled, getting surrounded by the clowns. He started to fight them. I knew it. I heard the groans, the growls, and the howling.

The clown wrapped her arms around me, and I smiled. Even though her nails dug deeper into my back, I did not break the hug.

I lifted my head from her chest to look at her face and smile at her. However, she began to scratch my back, causing me pain and making my blood pour out.

Then someone snatched me away from her. The way he pushed her made me scream.

"No!"

My hand reached toward her, but Ian put me over his shoulder, and the next thing I knew, he bolted outside the theater.

We landed on the road. My mind went numb, and my eyes filled with tears of desperation.

The clowns reached the windows and stood there watching us, and she was one of them.

"What were you thinking, Clementine?" Ian complained, growling. But I could not look at him. My eyes stayed on that clown.

I got up from the ground to run toward her, and Ian wrapped his arms around me, stopping me.

"What is wrong with you, Clementine? Tell me," he complained as I cried. I raised my finger to point at her, slowly reaching toward the window while he held me tight so I would not go inside. I pointed at her through the glass and turned to look at Ian.

"That is my mom," I whispered.

"I had a feeling my mother was here because I found her pendant, but I did not know she had turned into a monster, and that it was on the dark side of the north," I stated that after calming down, I had cried for 20 straight minutes while standing in front of her shaking and shivering bed.

I remembered the last time I had seen her was when I was a little child. I sniffled as I watched my mother’s smile frozen in a creepy position.

"Come here," Ian remarked, grabbing my arm and pulling me toward him while gently rubbing my back.

I hid my face on his chest and cried. The fact that she became a monster that nobody wanted to look at hurt me deeply.

"Why do you think she turned into this?" I asked him, sniffling hard.

"I do not think it is up to them to decide. Most of the time," Ian replied.

I broke the hug so that I could turn around and look at her again. My hand gently grazed over the window.

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