Ava’s POV
The dummy lay broken at my feet, splintered wood scattered across the ground. My chest rose and fell hard, my fists still trembling with the power that had ripped through me.
The sparks had faded but I could still feel them under my skin, crawling, itching, begging to break free again.
I didn’t know whether to scream, laugh or cry.
What was happening to me?
“Ava!”
I froze.
The sound of my name snapped me out of the haze, it was kane’s voice. Strong, rough and angry.
I turned.
He was standing at the edge of the training ground, his shoulders tense, his eyes locked on me. Behind him, Lucas leaned lazily against a wooden post, arms folded but his gaze was sharp and Zack… Zack stood a step back, his jaw tight and his eyes were unreadable.
My throat went dried. My pulse spik
