Chapter 18

Isabella's POV.
All I could feel was the tremendous pain I was in, and there seemed to be a handsome man in the back of my mind who was sitting there sobbing all night long.
But soon he stood up again. Facing many people as if he were some great leader.
I do think he is somewhat familiar, but who is he? And I can't remember at all.
My eyes snapped open. The strange bone decoration on the ceiling caught my eye completely, but I didn't even know what these things were.
"You're finally awake." I inclined my head and saw the woman sitting beside me. She seemed happy.
"You were very badly injured and brought back by the elders and the others. But it doesn't seem to be a big deal now. As long as you can wake up, then everything is not a problem."
"Thank you, but ...... who am I? And where is this?" I tried to sit up, but she quickly pushed me down again. She wrapped me firmly in a thick quilt, which made me feel very embarrassed.
"You are still not well, don't force yourself to sit up. This is a tribe of witches."
"Wizard?" The word was new to me.
"Yes, you are also a member of the wizard. Only you went out on a trial, and it took us some effort this to get you back. Oh yes, your name is Isabella," she tenderly wiped my face.
"Don't worry, we are your family. This place will always provide shelter for you, too."
Although I still feel that there is something wrong in what she said, I can feel that she is truly concerned about me.
So I laid back in peace.
According to her, I also found my beloved when I was out on a training trip and got pregnant. Only now that person does not know whether he is alive or dead, and my tribe has no way to save him.
"Because of the great shock in the forest, your child is not quite stable. Perhaps it will be born too soon. That would make it difficult for it to become viable." The lady explained to me. "As for the man, I think if he loves you enough, he will find his way here. You have the clues that will lead someone who cares about you here."
I didn't really understand what she was saying, but nodded anyway.
But who is the father of the child?
About this, this witch did not tell me, and my mind did not have any memory of it.
But I always felt that the child was related to that handsome man. When the opportunity arises, I would still like to go and find him personally.
"So you're Isabella, huh?" As I was rambling, a head poked in the doorway. It was an older boy. Following behind him was a group of older people with serious expressions.
If I've either been gone too long, then I've never lived here. I looked at the people and came to this conclusion.
And my arrival must have made them feel panic, otherwise their expressions wouldn't be like this.
The good thing is that they only stayed for a few minutes and then left, which was a relief to me.
"They are from the Council of Elders, and they are indeed not easy to deal with." The lady who took care of me gently stroked my forehead.
"It's true that there are many people who doubt your identity and think you shouldn't live here. But that's not something you should worry about right now."
She said she was my Aunt Iris, of which I had no doubt, and I could feel that his feelings for me were incredibly sincere.
"I don't want them to think I'm just here for a vacation.
"You're the chief's brother's child, they wouldn't dare say anything." My aunt obviously disagreed with me on this completely.
"Your body is too weak. But if you insist on learning, I can teach you a little music."
The wizard's music did not sound too difficult to me. I quickly learned some simple pieces of music, but this obviously surprised them a lot.
I saw how frightened they looked when I played the music, and it made me very proud of them. They were even so frightened that they couldn't say complete phrases.
I know that from today onwards, I have their approval and my life will be better from here on.
Every day I learned the music to make herbs with my aunt as if I didn't feel tired. There was nothing to this, but the young children still felt curious about my stomach. I couldn't answer this, after all, I didn't know who his father really was, but I knew that this child was the most precious thing to me.
And because of the tremendous trauma I had suffered earlier, it didn't take long to show signs of labor. Although he was born smoothly with the help of medication, the premature birth made him grow unusually thin.
By this time I was able to play more music very well, and every night I would prepare calming music for this child. And he grew better and better.
He was so well-behaved and sweet. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of a man his father was. But what I cared about more than that were the strange dreams I had. They are like a continuous set of stories that keep playing in my mind every day.
Every time I enter into that dream, I feel immensely at peace. That handsome man stood very far away from me at first, but then we gradually got closer and closer, and even one day the two of us actually met at ......
The dreamer knew my name and knew more about what kind of person I was, as if he knew me better than I knew myself.
I don't know why I feel this way, but I always felt as if he had something to do with this child.
It's just that he's not supposed to be from this tribe, but I shouldn't be able to see him either.
Elijah's POV.
After returning from the forest, I became incredibly haggard.
But like Oliver said, I still have to lead the pack no matter what so I can't fall down. I just still can't help but be sad whenever there is no sound at night.
I think about all the things we used to do together. I always wondered how good it would be if he was still with me. I consulted with the elders in the pack and the general consensus was that in my case she might still have a little hope and not be dead as Emma said.
But we can't prove it, because the link really doesn't have any response.
I insisted on going to the mate link and calling her name every day until one day I heard some faint sounds.
"Isabella!" I called her name, rushing up for hugs and kisses. I was harder than ever.
But she was clearly frightened by me. She screamed in panic and ran desperately into the distance again. She was wearing a nightgown that was completely different from the werewolf costume, which looked elaborate but comfortable.
And it sets her off.
I didn't really understand why this was happening, but I always felt she was not dead.
But apparently no one around me believed that. They always thought I was having mental problems because I was missing Isabella too much.
Every day Oliver is pressured to prescribe me some calming medication, while Maria, Isabella's good follower, looks at me with this particularly sympathetic expression.
I know she was also very upset because she was really best friends with Isabella. But there was nothing I could do about it. I couldn't prove to her that Isabella really existed, much less comfort her as I did myself.
Until one day, these two men came up to me holding two stacks of incredibly heavy books.
"While we can't get Isabella back, we have figured out a way to save you." Oliver replied with unparalleled calmness.
Although I wanted to say "thank you but I feel fine now", his serious expression made me unable to say anything.
"You see these words above. There are ways in the tribe of shamans to calm your now restless mind, and their herbs to give you peace."
It took me a moment to understand what he meant when he said that to me. Then I understood that he was thinking I was sick too. I suddenly didn't know whether I should cry or laugh. On the one hand, they did care about me, but why did they go and not believe me at all?
I really don't want to go to the tribe of witches. What was the point of going there? Do they wait until they can help me get Isabella back? What if Isabella comes back and doesn't see me?
But then I suddenly thought of the two bones clasped together at the bottom of that hill. If Isabella's mother really has that kind of past, then that male witch is indeed very likely to be his father.
Maybe they can really help me.
"Okay, I agree to go over there, but you two should not follow me. You should stay here and take care of everyone in the pack." I sighed with relief.
They both looked at each other with special pleasure and I knew that now they were agreeing.
"Of course. I have already contacted with the wizard tribe side, you just need to go there directly. As for what things you need to bring, we will help you prepare."
The shamans live very far from the pack, and it took me a few days of walking to reach their territory. The people of the wizard tribe had obviously understood the matter and had also sent a group of people there early to wait for me.
But what attracted me was a figure standing at the back of the crowd who looked exactly like Isabella.
I felt my hands trembling since. If she was really Isabella, why was she there, was it because she now no longer wanted to see me?
But instantly I thought about something else.
She may not be Isabella either, just some what related to my MATE by blood.
"Isabella."
I heard someone call Isabella's name, and then the girl looked up.
"This is our honored guest, he has come here for a moment of peace, so you will take care of him."
She nodded at the lady and then stepped in front of me.
"Hi, I'm Isabella," she said, extending her hand to me.