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.

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

a cliff –

slow, and then come to a stop,

in control of the car again. “We

just hit some high

still freaked out, looking steadily out the window.

in park and picking up his phone, glancing at the road

.

on his phone now, speaking to

the flooded road, separated from us. They speak for a

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

have to backtrack and find

wide with anxiety. “We can’t like…

the water in front of us,

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

a river across the

a little breathless.

another?”

his voice tight as he turns in his

water line. I watch him, waiting for him to continue,

he doesn’t, his brows knit

realize that he already knows what I’m just now figuring

storm…is not

my words shaking. “What’s

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

and heads in the other direction. “Do you trust me?”

it, deep down in my gut, that I trust him to get us out of this. But instead of telling him that, I just nod, sitting back tensely in my seat as we retrace the

crossed. Even as we drive back down the road, though, the storm does

around us and the tree limbs whip wildly above, threatening

on us at

ice, I open my mouth

out

me to it. “It’s no good, Cora,” he murmurs, glancing at me. “We have to stop.”

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

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