Elijah's POV.

Due to Dragon Boy's own insistence, we just arranged for him to stay in the adjoining hut. He refused to have too much contact with werewolves. This I can understand very well. So Isabella and I took care of most of the furnishings for him.

I didn't get out of that cabin until he was settled. The original house was occupied, so this didn't really take too much time.

"Elijah?" i turned my head and Isabella was handing me a towel.

"He seems to be doing okay." I explained, and tried to change the subject.

"Are you okay?"

"Sure, it's just that you look really overwrought." She pointed...