Killian's POV:
The moment Alyssa crumpled to the ground, my heart clenched.
I stood.
No, I leapt to my feet—my instincts screaming louder than the roar of the applauding crowd.
I didn’t care about their cheers or the way they all looked at her like she was some goddess risen from the ashes. All I saw was her body—limp, fragile, crumpled like a broken doll under the harsh sunlight of the arena.
Blood smeared her temple, her hands still curled into trembling fists.
Before I could make a single move forward, a firm hand caught my arm.
“Killian,” Varian said in a low tone, his grip tightening. “Someone will get her. You can’t be the one to run to her.”
I glared at him. “Let go.”
But he didn’t. His eyes flicked toward the rest of the Pack—toward the trainees, the guards, the maids, t
