Mariana's POV

I stood still, tears running down my face and a beating heart in my hand.

"I'm sorry," my wolf whispered, then pulled back as I slowly looked down at my brother's dead body.

I dropped the heart with a trembling hand and screamed as I fell to my knees in a panic, moving my hand to cover the hole in his chest.

"No, Diaz, no," I cried as I moved my other bloody hand to his face.

"You can't die, please, you can't die! Why, oh goddess, why?" I sobbed.

"Wake up ...