#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,

a cliff –

a stop,

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

okay. We just

gasp, still freaked out, looking steadily out the window.

got through it,” he tells me, putting the car in park and picking up his phone, glancing

.

his phone now, speaking to the guards

on the other side of the flooded road, separated from us. They speak for a few moments, trying to figure out a plan, but they

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

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

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

water

like an entire tree floats

a river across the road.

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

another?”

don’t know,” Roger replies, his voice tight as he turns in his seat and puts the car in

rising water line. I watch

he doesn’t, his brows knit

suddenly, I realize that he already knows what I’m

storm…is

words shaking.

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

other

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

we drive back down the road, though, the

tree limbs whip wildly above,

us at any moment.

starts to hail, big golf-ball sized pieces of ice, I open my mouth to say we

out of

Cora,” he murmurs, glancing at me. “We

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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