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 sham
