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...