#Chapter322 – The Storm

Cora

The weather, bizarrely, gets worse as we drive. I’m usually not skittish about driving in bad weather, by as the miles pass I feel myself getting more and more anxious. The water pounds against the windshield and thunder booms around us, lightening flashing through. the forests through which we drive.

“What the hell is this,” Roger growls, leaning forward to look up into the sky. “I can’t believe it’s lasted this long and it’s raining harder, not letting up..

“Can you even see?” I ask, my hands gripping the leather of my seat anxiously now as I

stare out the windshield in front of us. To me it looks like a vast sheet of grey water with

the occasional flare of the guard car’s brake lights ahead of us.

wwwwww

“I can see,” Roger murmurs in reply, a little annoyed, apparently, that I’d even call his skills

into question. I roll my eyes at this, but trust him there must be something about his

wolf senses that can see into the road ahead of us that my eyes cannot make out. Still,

despite my trust, I’m anxious. We could run into another car, or a fallen tree, or a lost animal at any moment – how could we even see it coming?

My phone lights up in the cupholder next to me and I release my grip on my seat to grab it,

looking at the new text from Ella. “Roger,” I say, anxious, glancing at him. “Ella says it’s not

even raining at home what –

I

But suddenly the car lurches, skidding sideways a little I see the diver’s wheel shift in

Roger’s hands, moving without his control – hear him curse under his breath as the car

hydroplanes and drifts at high speed to our left. I give a little shriek, pressing my eyes.

anticipating at any moment that we’ll slam into

a cliff

come to a stop, and I peek

Cora,” Roger murmurs, frustrated but in

We just

freaked out, looking steadily out

in park and picking up his phone, glancing at the road ahead of us. “I don’t know how, though, it looks completely flooded…”

.

ahead of us. Roger’s on his phone now, speaking to the guards in the car, who

the flooded road, separated from us. They speak for a few moments, trying to figure out

Roger says, hanging up the phone and turning to me. “They can’t come

have to backtrack and find

my eyes wide with anxiety. “We can’t

raises an eyebrow and gestures towards the water in front of us, which

the minute. As I watch, what looks like an entire tree floats by what is quickly.

river across the road.

I ask, a little breathless. “Between

another?”

know,” Roger replies, his voice tight as he turns in his seat and puts the

away from the rising water line. I watch him, waiting

his brows

he already knows what I’m just now figuring out.

storm…is

I whisper, my words shaking.

get through it, Cora,” he promises, his eyes on

in the other

But instead of telling him

as we drive back down the road, though, the storm

us and the tree limbs whip wildly above,

us at any

of ice, I open my mouth to say we

out

Roger beats me to it. “It’s no good, Cora,” he murmurs,

more anxious and simultaneously relieved. I want to stop I know that for sure, I don’t want to ride on this road any longer in this storm – but what’s waiting for us when we stop? Something is fighting to keep us here.

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