#Chapter321 – 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 pa*s 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.

body tense – anticipating at any

a

we just slow, and then come to a

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

we’re okay. We just

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

phone,

.

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

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

Cora,” Roger says, hanging up the phone

to have to backtrack and find

I ask, my eyes wide with anxiety. “We can’t

and gestures towards the water in front

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

a river across the

ask, a little breathless. “Between one car length

another?”

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

water line. I watch him, waiting for him to

doesn’t, his brows

that he already knows

storm…is

my words shaking.

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

and heads in the other direction. “Do

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 seat as we retrace

the road,

around us and the tree limbs

us at

golf-ball sized pieces of ice, I open my

out

“It’s no good, Cora,”

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

windshield along with him, unable to tear my eyes away. But as I watch – a red neon glow comes barely into sight

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