CHAPTER HUNDRED AND NINETY - THREE - THE MOON GODDESS'S OWN DAUGHTER.

Abuela’s gaze moved between her daughter and granddaughter, her eyes radiating love and pride. “Isabella may not have access to her powers now, but I believe she is strong, stronger than any of us. She is a direct descendent of the fated ones, a powerful link in a chain that stretches back to the kings of old.” " But... But," Isabella stammered. " I don't feel sparks when I touch Mateo. Nnayeve said we were fated souls, so, why can't I?" Abuela sighed. " Something must be holding your powers back. You see, Hermosa, our lineage dates back to the ancient kingdom of Valyria - as the old city of werewolves were once called,” Señora Valerie began, her voice taking on a storytelling lilt again. “Our ancestors were the strongest of werewolves, blessed with gifts that took several forms and have been lost to the passage of time - like I already told you." "Some of them could communicate with the moon goddess and hear her will. Some rare ones could turn to their wolf forms at will, and whi