John

I cursed at her. She was stubborn, too thick-headed for her own good. I couldn't believe that she wouldn't apologize even when she was facing death.

Her pride was much more than that of a werewolf. She was strong.

Damn, I watched as her struggles in the water grew weaker and she began to sink.

"Shit," I cursed to myself.

I had thought that she could swim and was only acting dramatic because she wanted us to save her. I knew of ladies who ...