#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.

tense – anticipating at any moment

off a cliff

we just slow, and then come to a stop, and

frustrated but in control of the car again. “We skidded

we’re okay. We just hit some high water

still freaked out, looking steadily out the

picking up his phone, glancing at the road ahead

.

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

They speak for a few moments, trying to figure out a plan, but they don’t

hanging up the phone and turning to me. “They

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

“We can’t like… ford the river, or

towards the water in front of us, which looks like it’s

I watch, what looks like an entire

a river across

a little

another?”

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

rising water line. I watch him,

his brows

he already knows what I’m just now

storm…is

my words

his

in the other direction. “Do you

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

down the road, though,

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

us at any moment.

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

get out of

“It’s no good, Cora,” he murmurs, glancing

don’t want to ride on this road any

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