Chapter 20.

Elijah's POV.
I acted curious because I still wanted to know more information.
They told me about how this Isabella helped them get their soccer ball back and how it helped them fix the ball.
"It's not all about that, of course. But she treats everyone very well, and we hate those people, but we can't help it."
"Which ones?" I was very curious to know the answer to this.
I clenched my fists. The person who bullied this Isabella, I will not forgive the same.
"We can't say... Anyway, we just hate her people." Another kid covered the mouth of the kid from earlier. "You're going to be here for a long time, right? You'll see."
Those people may be very unusual, they are in a position to make these small children can not say the answer.
"Let's not think about that. Are we still playing tomorrow?" They waved at me.
"Sure." I replied quickly. Then they began to act like noisy sparrows, telling me exactly what Isabella liked about something.
But I suddenly realized that these kids really wanted me to be a couple with her.
But I can't.
"I'll help her, but not in the way you think." I reminded them.
But why does this Isabella have the exact same preferences as my Isabella too?
Once again, I thought of the answer that I was afraid to admit.
On this day, the Isabella in my dream seemed to be having a better day than usual. She was dressed in a soft robe that she would not normally wear, sitting on the edge of the bed looking at the little baby in the bassinet.
She hummed the song softly. The tune was so melodious that I couldn't help but come a little closer.
But after a moment of reaction, I suddenly realized that the song she was singing was sung by this Isabella of the witch community.
This is not right, not at all.
My eyes snapped open.
"Maybe that's the hint the moon goddess is giving you. Stop trying to convince yourself that maybe she really is. But if that's the case, I'm afraid you're going to have to do a lot more." Mason knew what I was thinking.
"It looks like she doesn't remember you at all for some reason."
"It must be because of Liam. that's when the two of them took her, and who knows what they did to Isabella," I said, still feeling angry at the thought.
But until now, I still haven't caught Liam, which is my failure.
The next morning, I went to visit Isabella at her place. She was surprised, but let me in anyway. She had many books in her living room, but they were still very well arranged.
"It's not time yet. Would you like something to eat?" She gestured to the books. "You can take a few and read them if you're interested, there's no harm in it."
I nodded and drew down two that I could read the names perfectly. As for her rebellion I didn't reject it, because I really didn't eat either.
I could tell, though, that she hadn't slept well again.
"Are you ...... up to something so early today? You seem to be usually on time." She acted very curious.
"You've helped me a lot, and I was wondering if I could help you too." I replied sincerely.
Although I was not hopeful, I was still expecting her to tell me the real situation. I really want to know what exactly is bothering her now.
Luckily, she just oh'd and got up to get the juice again. Faintly I heard a baby cry, but it soon disappeared again.
"If you would like to listen to me, that would be really nice."
She brought the fruit to me and moved the vegetable salad at the same time. I don't know if she did it on purpose, but that made me feel much better again.
"If she really is Isabella, then she really does care about you as if it were her instinct." Mason lamented in my head.
"Whether it's true or not, I want to help her now. She looks like she's in pain." I interrupted Mason.
After all, she has helped me so much, I just can't watch her suffer like this.
"You may find it hard to believe when I say this, but actually, I think you look a little familiar." She took a deep breath and stared up at me.
Her comment almost made me drop the cup I was holding directly to the floor.
Why did she think I looked familiar, did she really?
"It does seem a little fishy." Mason spat in my head. "Stay calm and let her talk a little more."
"I haven't always lived here. But I forgot what happened before." She pointed to her head. I looked closely and realized that there was still a shallow scar on her head.
I shudder to think how much she had been hurt before.
"Although I'm doing just fine now, I feel like I should have a reason to get it back."
"In our legends, if someone loses his memory, then his instincts and dreams will give him the answer." I remembered those wolf legends.
She obviously agrees with this.
"Oh, I have nightmares all the time. That dream is so clear that I always feel like I can't really breathe. In the dream there was a werewolf who couldn't see his face. I felt as if he was sad, sitting under the moon looking out at the sky. Is there anything to say about this kind of dream among you werewolves?"
"Maybe that person really didn't sleep either." I gave it some serious thought.
I don't know if it's a coincidence, but that seems to be something I do too.
I think about those nights when I couldn't sleep at all. I tried to call her name in the unanswered partner link, but I could never hear anything back.
Oliver's letter was also full of compliments on my cooperation with the treatment.
So I told that to this Isabella.
"Although it does sound like it, there is so little information that I have no way to tell yet. But if you can go back to the dream world again, there might be a little way." She thought seriously.
"I have a way to make it go a little faster, to go to the end of all this sadness. You can tell me what you see and I'll help you analyze it."
This does sound like a good idea, and I can't wait to get it up to speed.
After the meal, she handed me a small piece of honey candy. I gobbled it down and then collapsed uncontrollably on the couch.
But at the same time, it was clear to me that I was in a dream. I was in a patch of grass, staring helplessly at the sky.
"Isabella?" I saw her figure, so I went after her.
It wasn't until I leaned in close enough that I realized she had a child in her hand.
"Elijah? Look, it's our baby." She handed me the baby to look at.
I don't know if it's just me, but I always thought that child seemed a little cuter than the others. She just smiled and put the baby back in his cart.
Then, she sang a song.
But I'm pretty sure that this one is the Isabella who is now living inside the witch tribe, not the one I was with at the Green Creek Pack.
The costume she was wearing was just too striking. Only a wolf would not like that kind of clothing that looks like a cloak.
"It's time for you to come to me, I think." She suddenly turned around and jerked into my arms. "I've missed you."
"I miss you too, I think about you all the time. I've found you here, let's never ......"
I opened my eyes. In front of me was a beautifully carved candle. And Isabella of the witch tribe was sitting not far from me, looking at me with a torn face.
"I don't know why, but when you laughed, my baby laughed out loud with you. I think it seems to like you a lot. I don't know if you would like it ......"
"If you are expecting me to help you coax the child, I would be happy to do so." I replied quickly." It would be my pleasure to help you. "
I have a feeling that that one will be the child of my dreams.
Soon, she carried a small baby out of the inner room.
He was so small, not even as big as a rabbit. But he was so quiet, just staring at me with curiosity in his eyes.
Then he smiled and reached out and tugged at the stubble on my face.
"Wow ......" he flung his hands violently and refused to pay any attention to me anymore. I couldn't care less about the pain, and rushed to coax it up.
"Little one, don't you cry?" I hugged him and really didn't know what to do anymore.
"It seems like he really likes you." She stared, her eyes full of disbelief.
"Ever since he was born has looked like he can't look at anyone, and I'm even worried that he has absolutely no way to live here ......"
"Maybe it's because he has werewolf blood. But we're also very much related." I tried to find a reason for myself.
"By the way, are you still willing to listen to the dream I just had?"
I told her about the things I had just seen. Including the her in my dream.
"You saw me? That's weird." She checked the medication in front of her, but handed me a blanket anyway.
"As a rule this shouldn't happen, but maybe it's because I'm staying with you now ......"
She looked at me and her expression suddenly became a particularly complex expression.
"I've lost my memory for some reason. But the father of this child is a werewolf, and I want you to help me find him. I don't know why we were separated and that something bad happened to me. But ......"
Elijah's POV.
I knew what Isabella was trying to say, she probably thought I was the werewolf that had left her beaten to death in the middle of the jungle.
But that really isn't me, and I can't be sure if she's my Isabella or not.
So I made an excuse and got out of her house.
The good thing is that this matter is considered a mutual tacit agreement between the two of us, and she did not stop me.
On my way out, I saw a group of what I would call strange children. They were not the same group I had seen before, and their expressions were frightening, rather than the innocence of those children before.
"Oh, this is that 'patient' of hers." Even if I hadn't turned my head, I could hear the contempt in this child's tone of voice.
In fact, even if those kids didn't tell me at the time, I could sense that this Isabella wasn't having as good a time as she seemed to be. Although there was nothing strange about her getting along with most people, there was one group of people who really disliked her a lot.
For example, right now there's a kid behind me, squeezing mustard into her drink.