RONAN'S POV
The morning air was sliced, like a knife, by the shout.
Losing my grip on the firewood that I had collected I sprinted towards the cave with my heart pounding. That wasn't some dream I screamed in. I had heard numerous ones from Penelope throughout the last week. This was sheer terror.
I rushed through the doorway to see her backed against the distant wall, eyes open wide in terror, gazing at her hands as if they were weapons beyond her control.
"What happened?" I ordered, scanning the cave for threats.
"I...I touched the water pitcher," she stammered, pointing at the broken ceramic pieces scattered across the floor. "It just... exploded. Like it was hit by lightning."
The bits were still smoking. Whatever power had destroyed that pitcher was strong enough to kill someone. Powerful enough to dismantle Klaus's whole pack if she ever mastered it.
"It's becoming more intense," she murmured, tears streaming down her cheeks. "What happens if I harm my babies?"
