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

a cliff –

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

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

We just hit some

I gasp, still freaked

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

.

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

flooded road, separated from us. They speak for a few moments, trying to figure out a plan, but they don’t come up

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

going to have to backtrack

anxiety. “We can’t like… ford the

towards the water in front of us, which looks

As I watch, what looks like an entire

river across

a little breathless. “Between one car length

another?”

replies, his voice tight as he turns in his seat

backing away from the rising water line. I watch

doesn’t, his

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

this storm…is not natural.

my words

through it, Cora,” he promises, his eyes

in the other

him to get us out of this. But instead of telling him that, I just nod, sitting back tensely in my

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

us and the tree limbs whip wildly above, threatening

us at

pieces of ice, I open

get out of this

good, Cora,” he murmurs, glancing at me. “We have to stop.”

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

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