Mated to My Intended's Enemy novel Chapter 171

Chapter 171: Chapter 171 Her Daughter Dreams of Someone Else

Isabella

I sat in the window seat of Auntie Aurora’s guest room,staring into the darkness of the Shadow Pack territory that stretched before me.

It had been exactly sixteen days since Mom moved out of our home.

"Isabella? Are you still awake,sweetheart?" Auntie Aurora’s soft voice came from the doorway,accompanied by her distinctive pine and vanilla scent.

I turned from the window,quickly wiping away any trace of tears. "I was just finishing my drawing."

Auntie Aurora glided into the room,her silver-blonde hair catching the moonlight streaming through the window. She sat beside me,her movements as graceful as always. Every wolf in our territory whispered about how she carried herself like a true Luna—unlike my mother,whose awkwardness at formal pack gatherings had become legendary.

"Your father just texted that he’ll be here soon," she said,gently brushing a strand of hair from my face. "Would you like to show him your drawings tonight,or save them for tomorrow?"

"Tonight," I answered immediately. I’d been working on these sketches all day,hoping they might make Dad smile. He rarely smiled these days.

Auntie Aurora nodded,her eyes studying my face. "You look so much like her,you know."

"Like who?" I asked,though I already knew the answer.

"Your grandmother Victoria," she said,tracing the curve of my cheek with her finger. "She had that same look in her eyes—like she could see things others couldn’t."

My chest tightened with pride. Everyone said Grandma Victoria had been special,gifted with abilities beyond normal wolves because of her elven bloodline. Dad told me once that her abilities had saved our pack from destruction multiple times.

"I wish I’d known her," I whispered.

"She would have adored you," Auntie Aurora assured me. "Just as I do."

A comfortable silence fell between us as she looked over my shoulder at the drawings in my lap—scenes from the dream I’d had last night. A forest bathed in moonlight,wolves running through clearings,and in the center,a small white wolf cub with silver-blue eyes.

"These are beautiful,Isabella," Auntie Aurora said softly. "You have a true gift."

I smiled,soaking in her praise. Mom never really understood my drawings. She’d look at them with that worried furrow between her brows,especially when I tried to explain they were from my dreams. She’d just suggest I focus more on my math lessons instead.

"Do you think..." I hesitated,picking at the edge of my drawing pad. "Do you think I’ll be strong enough to shift soon?"

Auntie Aurora’s eyes softened. "Your wolf is developing beautifully,Isabella. She’s just taking her time because you’re special—you have the ancient bloodline running through your veins."

"Mom says I need to be careful because of my health problems."

Auntie Aurora’s expression flickered briefly. "Your mother is naturally cautious,sweetheart. But sometimes,being too cautious can hold a young wolf back from reaching her full potential."

Before I could respond,I heard the front door open downstairs and caught my father’s scent.

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