KAIA

I drop to my knees beside him, my hands hovering over his body, shaking. Blood. There's so much blood matting his dark fur. Three silver arrows stick out of him.

He's not moving.

"Vincent?" My voice comes out small, terrified. I reach for him, then pull back, not knowing where to touch without hurting him. "Vincent, please."

Nothing. No response. No movement.

My breath comes in short, panicked gasps. What do I do? What am I supposed to do?

I press my ear to his chest, desperate to hear ...