CHAPTER EIGHT
The water is freezing.
I’m not the best swimmer out there, so to hold my head and swim in the murky water is a little hard when I can’t even make out the direction that I’m going in. I keep breaking past the surface to make sure that I’m going in the right direction.
When I reach the jagged rock, I cling to a portion of it, my lungs burning, as I try to desperately draw in air. Shaking, I look at the distance between this rock and the other one. It’s going to be at least three whole minutes, and that’s even if I swim like I’m in the Olympics. There’s no way I can hold my breath for that long.
Shivering from the cold water, I stare across the lake. I’m strong. I can make it. Can Blood Moon Hybrids even die from lack of air?
I glance back at the shore, but the fog is too thick to see anything.
“J-Just do it,” I mutter to myself, my teeth chattering from the cold, “For J-Jesse.”