"I don't know," Cecilia said in a trance-like state. "I don't know if your magic is weak or strong. I don't care whether you are cursed or not. Your safety is all that matters to me and my family."
She shivered as she remembered the terrifying fire that consumed an entire mansion, killing Eleanor's parents, several guards, and servants.
The horror of that night had haunted her for a long time. She had witnessed how that evil witch mercilessly murdered everyone. By the grace of the almighty, her parents were able to rescue her and Eleanor. She was afraid that the witch would come after them again and wreak havoc on the pack.
She wouldn't want history to repeat itself.
