23.Regret Is A Bastard

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 intentionally acted dumb and helpless when guys were present so they could be treated as damsels in distress. I felt stupid. I should have known that Mia wasn't like that. I was perplexed. Who couldn't swim at her age? Before I could do anything, I felt someone whiz past me and I realized that it was Quinn who had jumped into the water to save Mia.  His expression was serious as he dove into the water and I glanced back when I heard someone grumbling behind me.  I saw a lady scowling and cursing as she picked herself off the ground. Apparently, s