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.

at any moment that we’ll slam into a tree,

off a cliff –

we just slow, and then come to a stop, and I peek

murmurs, frustrated but in control of the car again. “We

we’re okay. We just hit some

still freaked out, looking steadily out the window.

picking up his phone, glancing at the road

.

of us. Roger’s on his phone now, speaking to

speak for a few moments, trying

the phone

to have

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

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

looks like an

across the road.

so fast?” I ask, a little breathless. “Between

another?”

Roger replies, his voice tight as he

line. I watch him, waiting for

he doesn’t, his brows knit together.

that he already knows what I’m

storm…is not

my words

Cora,” he promises, his eyes on

heads in the other direction.

I do. I know it, deep down in my gut, that I trust him to get us out of this. But instead of telling

we drive back down the road, though, the storm

tree limbs whip wildly

on us at

pieces of ice, I open my

out of this

Cora,” he murmurs,

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

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