Eloise's POV:
Even though the worst of my problems had been dealt with, I was still restricted in some way. Even though the people from the Cotton family say that this was to protect me, I didn't think so.
I knew this was a warning for the things I'd done recently. But I could understand. After all, I'd indeed brought danger to the family.
Mrs. Cotton looked at me, her eyes filled with worry. That expression made it seem as if she was an elder of mine.
Of course, she was, but I didn't remember her anymore.
"I understand. I won't do anything rash." I tried my best to show sincerity. I didn't know how to comfort her, so I could only sincerely tell her about the situation.
"I know, poor child. I know you've been through all that..." she hugged me and cried.
I understood that her sadness was genuine. I was a werewolf; I could sense it.
