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,

a cliff

just slow, and then come to a

right, Cora,” Roger murmurs, frustrated but in control of the car again. “We skidded

We just hit some

gasp, still freaked out, looking

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

.

of us. Roger’s on his phone now, speaking to the guards in the car, who

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

Roger says, hanging up the phone and turning

have

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

the water in front of us, which

watch, what looks like an entire tree floats by what

across

a little

another?”

know,” Roger replies, his voice tight as he turns in his seat and puts the

line. I watch him, waiting for

his brows

realize that he already knows what

storm…is

words

going to get through it, Cora,” he promises, his eyes on the

other direction.

get us out of this. But instead

we drive back down the road, though, the storm does

the tree limbs whip wildly above, threatening to

at

hail, big golf-ball sized pieces of ice, I open my

get out of

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

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 we stop? Something is fighting to keep us here. What

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