Ava’s POV:

Running was our escape valve, but my power was like a shaken soda bottle ready to explode. I had to keep it contained - couldn't risk them finding us.

We burst into a forest clearing, power still crackling through me like live wires. It needed out. Now.

With one massive roar, Puna released everything into the air - all the anger, rage, every damn emotion we had. The surge of energy exploded outward, whipping through the trees with ...