Chapter 19

Elijah's POV.
For a moment, I felt as if I had gone back in time, back to when I was still living with Isabella in the Green Creek Pack.
But soon I reacted. She really wasn't my Isabella.
At least not right now.
"Sir?" She questioned me with a puzzled look on her face, even with a bit of panic in her expression.
I then realized that the force I used was perhaps too great and my expression should have been inappropriate.
I quickly withdrew my hand and looked at her with a little embarrassment.
"I'm very sorry, I ......"
I just thought of you as Isabella and treated this like a beautiful dream.
"You don't have to feel sorry, after all, we all know what you're here for." She pretended to play a bone like flute with ease while turning around.
I turned my head. I noticed that the shamans were still waiting in place, and I guessed that there were other "patients" coming.
"Come on, I'll take you to your place."
I responded. But behind the relief, I could still see a bit of gloom in her eyes. Her eyes were blue and black, and it was obvious that she hadn't rested very well lately.
But after all, I am her "patient" now, and I have no right to say "no" to her.
"You have to tell me how you really feel, and only then can I help you." She turned her head as she led me forward and said. "You'll be having a medicinal meal for dinner today. It may be hard to eat, so remember to use the honey you have in the house."
"Understood, understood." I said perfunctorily, but I couldn't take my eyes off of her at all.
The next thing I saw was her mouth opening and closing. But those terms related to spells didn't even enter my head at all, all I could think about was everything she did when I was living with my Isabella. Including her heroic decapitation of a brown bear ......
"Isabella."
I called out her name unintentionally.
"Is there anything about ...... that you didn't understand? I can re-explain it for you." She looked at me worriedly.
I think she probably now thinks of me as a coyote pup in a rather poor mental state.
"Not at all, I understand everything." I spread a friendly smile at her as best I could. "I'll do my best to work with you."
But she obviously didn't believe me and just shoved a book into my hands. I saw that it was filled with all kinds of symbols and looked like an encyclopedia.
She turned the page for me. It stated in very simple terms what I should do as a patient.
"It says what we're going to do each day. I'll come to you then, and you just follow me." She took the page off and slipped it into my hand.
"No need to be too impressed, really. You look like you're going to cry." She seemed to go through some kind of thought struggle again, and then she slipped me a handkerchief.
"I'm not, I ......" I tried to defend myself.
I was just too shocked because her font is really exactly the same as Isabella's.
But she obviously understood what I meant and just left me in my house. I think I suddenly experienced the kind of dilemma that Isabella faced when she became my Luna at the beginning.
I can really understand her more and more now.
"I don't know why, but I feel so much calmer here." Mason said in my mind's eye in surprise.
"At pack, I was as annoyed as you were."
"Maybe that's the magic of witches, nothing worth mentioning." I placed the piece of paper on the edge of the bed.
"We all know that you have another answer. But the authenticity needs to be verified. I want it to be true as much as you do." Wolf sighed.
I lay down quietly and continued to look at my schedule.
According to the rules on there, I was doing just a few simple things every day. All in all it was a lot easier than my days in the pack.
Instead, such days make me feel a little uneasy, and I feel guilty for this time I've had.
"I advise you to stop scaring her." The wolf warned in my head.
"You know, you're looking at her like she's some poor little white rabbit that you're about to take apart and eat into your belly ......"
Isabella's POV.
I brewed herbs for that werewolf and also played music for him. There are strict rules for all of this.
My aunt said that my skills are getting more and more skillful, otherwise that werewolf wouldn't act so calm. I heard that the werewolf could be called crazy in his territory and had made his partner completely unbearable.
Still, I don't think it's that simple and I'm not that confident in my level.
Here, I would hardly allow any male witch to stand too close to me. But with this werewolf, even when I was so close that I could almost feel his breath, my subconscious didn't seem to feel anything out of place.
Only he would suddenly move away from my vicinity quickly at a certain moment as if he had been stimulated in some way. Many times we were almost in sync, a tacit understanding that even my aunt and uncle didn't have.
"It's a wonderful chemistry, and maybe you two can indeed develop something." The aunt didn't think it mattered. "It's just that I heard he just lost his partner a few months ago, and I think he probably shouldn't ......"
"Yes, that does seem to be a problem." I sighed softly, still deciding to keep this thought well hidden. After all, it didn't have to be a good thing for me or him.
If he simply treats me as some kind of substitute, then my life will not be easy, so I must be careful to keep my distance from him.
But every night when I go back to that dream, I find that the person in the dream doesn't seem so sad.
He was still calling my name, but his tone also sounded a bit elated, but with a bit of confusion.
But as always, I still can't see his features.
"You don't need to think that much about it. You just need to know that as a beginner, you couldn't have done any better." She encouraged me as she showed me what had been in her care all day, my baby.
"I don't know why, but he hasn't been crying much in the last few days. Is it because you are not around him, instead he feels calm?" The aunt sounded very confused.
"But he has werewolf blood after all, maybe some kind of werewolf trait ......"
"I don't know." I answered truthfully. "He doesn't seem very willing to communicate with me; it's blaming me."
Every time I tried to communicate with this child, he expressed strong resistance.
I felt sad, but I really didn't have anything better to do.
"Maybe what you forgot was really important and made him feel uncomfortable. But don't worry, one day it will come back to you." My aunt reassured me, while using the incantation to urge the cradle again.
Her reassuring words didn't make me feel too good, but I still nodded.
"Isabella," I heard someone call me.
At first I attributed this to some kind of post-traumatic stress reaction, but the book said it could be a call from the pack I belonged to.
I closed my eyes and felt this as much as I could, following the voice back. I still had the house I was living in in front of me, but it was the strange werewolf that appeared in front of me.
I know his name is Elijah, and I know he's a pack alpha. But that doesn't take away from the fact that he's a patient now.
"What did you see?" My aunt handed me a hot drink with concern.
"It's weird, I can't describe it." I shook my head and looked out the window in confusion. I can even hear him playing with the baby now.
"When I come back, I'll bring those books to you." Auntie didn't pursue the question, but just poked the baby's cheek. She turned around and suddenly hugged me.
"Be well while I'm gone, both of you."
I felt a warm current. I knew that it was a blessing from the witch. It would greatly drain her energy.
"Don't worry, Auntie." I promised solemnly.
"The situation is rather complicated these days, you'd better not go too far from the tribe." She said very seriously.
I nodded and took the bottle from her.
When I had sent her away, I still looked down from the window in confusion.
On the carefully mowed lawn, several people, including Elijah, were playing soccer. It was all kids, but he still acted very serious.
A wizard's child has very strong instincts. So it can be seen from this that he is not a particularly obnoxious fellow himself.
But actually, he didn't give me a good first impression. At that time he was desperately tugging at my hand as if I was some long lost relative of his.
If it were anyone else, I would have been angry. But I don't know why, but I feel like I can't hate him myself.
"Elijah! You're looking at ...... wow!"
They weren't supposed to notice me, but Elijah suddenly raised his head. This caused the little boys to start raising their voices as well.
I felt my face burn and hastily retreated back into the room.
Strange, why would I want to go see him?
But no matter what. After he came, I felt that even my own disposition had become much better. It was even like his presence was healing me.
It doesn't make sense. Although there was no conflict between wizards and werewolves, but there was no relationship as good as that. This time Elijah was able to come here for treatment because their tribe gave enough to pay for it.
Elijah's POV.
"You guys are scaring her." I kindly warned the children.
In the pack, the kids didn't hate me, but they were always in awe of the higher-ups. But the little witches here don't think that way at all.
"She's not going to be scared of us. She won't even be scared if she goes to catch a snake, she's great -" one child was clearly a little unconvinced.
"I see you guys don't seem to be familiar with her either?"
"She only came here a few months ago, too. But she's really good, so it's not like she's annoying ......" another kid added as if he thought of something. "But there are still people who don't like her la. If you like her, go help her ......"