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Bella couldnât swim. That was a fact. She usually stayed close to the shore when she went to the beach, but today she felt condifent enough to go a little deeper, she hadnât imagine the waves were strong today and she soon was taken into deeper waters by the sea. She had been holding onto a rock, knees and legs scraped from homding tightly onto the hard surface of the rock and she screamed when something, or someone, smacked her, mostly out of fear than surprise. Her hold onto the rock slipped and she started to sink again, hands frantically trying to reach for the rock she once held onto.
Joseph brushed the water out of his face and almost instantly noticed the woman struggling, swimming over to her and lifting her above the surface while he tread the water. âAre you alright?â The wolfs asks her with a tone full of concern and hope that he hadnât almost caused her to drown.Â












