(Chapter 46:Mira's Pov)
Pain licked through my veins like fire. My breath came in ragged gasps as I gripped the edge of the wooden table, my knuckles white. The room swayed, the air thick with a strange energy that pulsed from my skin in waves.
The old woman watched me carefully, her expression unreadable. "It's accelerating," she murmured. "Your power is growing too fast."
I gritted my teeth. I knew that already. My body wasn't just changing—it was unraveling, shifting into something I didn't understand. Every day, my senses sharpened, my strength doubled, and my control slipped further from my grasp.
Last night, I had woken up to shattered furniture, my bed floating inches above the ground. The night before, I had nearly set the entire cottage on fire with a single uncontrolled thought.
"How much time do I have?" I asked, my voice strained.
