#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

off a cliff

a stop, and

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

just hit some

the other car?” I gasp, still freaked out, looking steadily out the window.

putting the car in park and picking up his phone, glancing at the

.

on his phone now, speaking

stopped on the other side of the flooded road, separated from us. They speak for a few moments, trying to figure out

good, Cora,” Roger says, hanging up the phone

have to backtrack and find a new route.”

I ask, my eyes wide with anxiety. “We can’t like… ford the river, or whatever?”

eyebrow and gestures towards the water

As I watch, what looks like an entire tree floats by

across the road.

a little breathless. “Between one car length

another?”

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

rising water line. I watch him, waiting

he doesn’t, his

already knows what I’m just now figuring

this storm…is not

my words shaking. “What’s happening?”

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

in the other direction. “Do

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

crossed. Even as we drive back down the road, though, the storm does not

and the tree limbs

on us at

of ice, I open my mouth to

get out of

it. “It’s no good, Cora,” he murmurs,

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

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