Clara's POV
Alpha Killian was crouched over me, his large body shielding me from the avalanche of rocks and debris. His back was covered in cuts and gashes where the falling stones had hit him instead of me.
Blood was dripping steadily from multiple wounds across his shoulders and back, creating dark stains on his shirt. Some of the cuts looked deep, and I could see that he was in significant pain.
I froze, too shocked to process what was going on. My mind couldn't understand why he would do something like that. Why would he risk his own life for someone he barely knew?
We stayed like that for several long moments, with him crouched protectively over me and blood dripping from his wounds onto the ground around us.
Finally, I snapped out of my reverie when everything broke loose around
