#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.

any moment that we’ll slam into a

a cliff –

just slow, and then come to a stop, and I peek my eyes open.

Roger murmurs, frustrated but in control

We just

gasp, still freaked

and picking up his phone, glancing at

.

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

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

the

going to have to backtrack and find

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

an eyebrow and gestures towards the water

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

river across

a

another?”

as he turns in his seat and puts the car in

line. I watch

he doesn’t, his brows knit

that he already knows what I’m just

storm…is not

whisper, my words shaking.

he promises, his

and heads in the other direction. “Do

my gut, that I trust him to get us out of this. But instead of telling him that, I just

drive back down the

limbs whip wildly above, threatening to come

on us at

ice, I open my mouth to say we need to

get out of

beats me to it. “It’s no good, Cora,” he

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

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