Chapter 88Mirages 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 ...