Clementine:
I knew I had to hug her. However, she lunged at me. I did not have a chance to do what I planned.
She pushed me down, and before I could react, my back hit the cold floor.
The next thing I knew, her knees pressed against my ribs and her hands reached for my neck.
The moment her fingers touched my skin, my body shuddered. Her nails dug in, and warmth spread inside me.
I tried to breathe through her tight grasp, but it was hard.
"Clementine!" Ian yelled, and then I heard him growl.
I turned my head to the side and watched him look at me. He had made eye contact with the clowns, and I hated it.
He wanted them to come after him because some of them had started to scratch my legs while my mother sat on top of me, her hands wrapped around my neck.
Ian roared again and pulled one clown back, then another. He forced them away from me.
He kicked and clawed a few, throwing them against the walls and letting his wolf control the situation.
