"Why?" Eleanor's eyes were wide with curiosity. "It is not my fault that I am a witch. If werewolves and witches were enemies, my parents wouldn't have saved your father back then. Aunt Valeria would not have put her and her family's lives in danger to save me. She wouldn't have kept me with her and raised me. You wouldn't have loved me so much. I have no grudges against the werewolves. Why did I fall in love with Zane if a witch is a werewolf's worst enemy? I tried to stay away from him, but I couldn't. He couldn't, either. He adores me, and I am confident that he will never hurt me."
Cecilia became completely still, her arms hanging loosely at her sides. She gazed at her flatly, stunned at her words. She slowly realized that she had overreacted just now. If Eleanor and Zane had fallen in love with each other, she had no right to stop them. It was good that Eleanor had finally let a man into her life. Instead of jumping with joy, she was yelling at her.
