Chapter 88
Mirages POV
The itching began as a faint tickle in my gums, almost like the teasing sting of a growing fang during the first transformation of youth. I ignored it at first, chalking it up to exhaustion or perhaps the side effects of tampering with the wards inside the pack's vault.
But the irritation deepened.
Within moments, it became unbearable-a hot, searing itch that clawed at my flesh from the inside out. I clutched my jaw, groaning as his vision blurred, sparks of light scattering across the edges of my sight. My knees buckled. My body felt like it was being gnawed upon by invisible fangs.
"Not here... not here," I rasped through clenched teeth. The vault was no place to collapse. If anyone caught me here, the consequences would be catastrophic. Summoning the last of
