#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.

my whole body tense – anticipating at any

a

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

in

just

gasp, still freaked out, looking steadily out

in park and picking up his phone, glancing at the road ahead of us. “I

.

ahead of us. Roger’s on his phone now, speaking

speak for a few moments, trying to figure out

up the phone and

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

my eyes wide with anxiety. “We can’t like… ford the river, or whatever?”

and gestures towards the water

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

a river across

ask, a little breathless. “Between one car

another?”

his voice tight as he turns in his seat and puts the

backing away from the rising water line. I watch him, waiting for

his brows knit together.

already knows

this storm…is not natural.

words shaking.

through it, Cora,” he promises, his eyes on

heads in the other direction. “Do you

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 back tensely in

down the road, though, the

crashes around us and the tree limbs whip

us at any

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

get out of this

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

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 when

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