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...