Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 322

#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.

my whole body tense – anticipating at any moment that we’ll slam into a tree, or

a

a stop, and

murmurs, frustrated but in control of the car again.

okay. We just hit

freaked out,

through it,” he tells me, putting the car in park and picking up his phone,

.

Roger’s on his phone now, speaking to

road, separated from us. They speak for a few moments,

says, hanging up the phone

road. We’re going to have to backtrack and

with anxiety. “We can’t like… ford the river,

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

minute. As I watch, what looks like an entire tree

river across the road.

that happen so fast?” I ask, a

another?”

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

from the rising water line. I watch him, waiting for him to continue,

his brows knit

I realize that he already knows what

this storm…is not natural.

whisper, my words shaking. “What’s happening?”

promises, his eyes on

other direction. “Do you trust

this. But instead of telling him that, I just nod, sitting back tensely in my seat as

we drive back down the road, though, the storm does not let

around us and the tree limbs whip wildly

us at any

to hail, big golf-ball sized pieces of ice, I

out

to it. “It’s no good, Cora,” he

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

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