When you push someone’s head under water for 5 minutes, they will drown. It doesn’t matter if the person is a sinner or a saint. It’s just a natural process. If their head is under water, the lack of oxygen will make them drown. That rule applies to everyone, good or bad, equally.
Isaac knew that all too well. And as the beta struggled to keep his head above the water of the icy lake, that was all he could think about. None of what he’d done mattered right now: all that mattered was swimming to the top, so why couldn’t he do it? Why was he suddenly incapable of such a simple task?
He was drugged with exhaustion after so long fighting for his life. So he gave up. He disappeared under the surface, unable to stay conscious a second longer. Even for a werewolf, there was only so long he could hold his breath. He needed help. Fast.
She hates cold. Always has. Maybe it’s a function of her birthdate — summer child, summer named. So she wasn’t really sure why she’d gone walking through the forest on this bitterly cold day, except that she couldn’t stand being inside any more.
It might have been coincidence that had her looking toward the lake as the boy slipped under the surface. Then again, given her power, maybe not.
She waited, holding her own breath, for him to come back up. Waited until spots danced in front of her eyes, and then panic began to rise inside her. She practically threw her mind toward the water, and came up with near-nothing. Silence. Half a second after that she was yanking her coat off, shoes, dropping phone and wallet and keys in a heap on the ground, stripping down to nothing but underwear.
The water was /freezing/. Almost immediately it felt like it was crushing her, it was so cold. A few powerful kicks drove her to him, and she wrapped a hand around his wrist and tugged. It took two, in the end, to get them both up to the surface, and she dragged in huge, gasping breaths when they breached. Her whole body shivered under the cold, but she forced herself onward.
Finally they were both spilled onshore, and she dove for her clothes, stripping as much water off herself as she could before she dragged her clothes back on. She put her coat over him, and hoped she remembered her CPR. Ten compressions to the chest, ten breaths?