Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#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.

tense – anticipating at any moment that we’ll

off a

then come to a stop, and I peek my eyes open.

all right, Cora,” Roger murmurs, frustrated but in control of

We just hit some high water

freaked out, looking

tells me, putting the car in park and picking up his phone, glancing at the road ahead of us. “I don’t know how,

.

his phone now, speaking to the guards in the car, who

speak for a few moments, trying to figure out a plan, but they don’t come up with

Cora,” Roger says, hanging up the phone and turning to

have to backtrack and find a new route.”

my eyes wide with anxiety. “We can’t like…

the water in front of

by the minute. As I watch, what looks like an entire

a river across the

did that happen so fast?” I ask, a little breathless. “Between one car length and

another?”

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

the rising water line. I watch him, waiting for him

his brows

he already knows what I’m

storm…is

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

through it, Cora,” he promises, his eyes on the road as he turns

other direction. “Do you trust

gut, that I trust him to get us out of this. But instead of telling

drive back down the road, though,

and the tree limbs whip wildly above, threatening to

at

big golf-ball sized pieces of ice, I open my mouth to say we need

out of

beats me to it. “It’s no good, Cora,”

breathe, somehow at once 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