#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

off a

and then come to a stop, and I peek

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

just hit some

freaked out, looking steadily out the window.

the car in park and picking up his phone, glancing at

.

on his phone now, speaking to the guards in the car, who

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

up the phone and turning to

going to have to backtrack

wide with anxiety. “We can’t like… ford the river,

the water in front

As I watch, what looks like an

across

that happen so fast?” I ask, a

another?”

as he turns in his seat and puts the car

rising water line. I watch him, waiting for him to

doesn’t, his

I realize that he already knows

this storm…is

I whisper, my words shaking.

he promises, his eyes on the road as he turns

the other

to get us out of this. But instead of telling him

the road, though,

crashes around us and the tree limbs whip

us at any

of ice, I open

get out

good, Cora,” he murmurs, glancing at

don’t want to ride on this road any longer in this storm – but what’s waiting for us when

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