#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.

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

off a cliff –

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

frustrated but in control

okay. We just hit some high

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

up his phone, glancing at the road ahead of us. “I

.

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

flooded road, separated from us. They speak for a few moments, trying to figure out a plan,

hanging up the phone and

road. We’re going to have to backtrack and find a

“We can’t like… ford

and gestures towards the water

looks like an entire tree floats by what is

river across the

that happen so fast?” I ask, a little breathless. “Between one car length

another?”

as he

water line. I watch

doesn’t, his brows

realize that he already knows

this storm…is

whisper, my words shaking. “What’s

through it, Cora,” he promises, his

other direction. “Do you trust

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

drive back down the road, though, the storm does not

around us and the tree limbs whip wildly above, threatening to come

us at

golf-ball sized pieces of ice, I open my mouth

get out of

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

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

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