Chapter 8 First Taste of Power

MIREYA'S POV

Pain tears through my back like fire-knives.

Something rips through my skin. Breaking. Emerging. Unfurling.

"Mireya!" Azraeth catches me. "Breathe through it!"

"What's happening?"

"Wings. You're manifesting wings. That shouldn't be possible unless—"

The pain peaks. Then stops.

I'm shaki...

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