#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.

tense – anticipating at any moment that we’ll slam

a cliff

and then come to a stop, and I peek my

all right, Cora,” Roger murmurs, frustrated but

just hit some high

I gasp, still freaked out,

tells me, putting the car in park and picking up his phone, glancing at the road ahead

.

phone

separated from us. They speak for a few moments, trying to figure out a plan, but they don’t come

the phone and turning to me. “They can’t

We’re going to have to backtrack

ask, my eyes wide with anxiety. “We

the water in front of us, which

I watch, what looks like

a river across the

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

another?”

as he turns in his

away from the rising water line. I

he doesn’t, his brows

realize that he already knows what I’m just

this storm…is

whisper, my words shaking.

promises, his

heads in the other direction. “Do

out of this. But instead of telling him that, I just nod, sitting back tensely in my seat as we

as we drive back down the road, though, the storm does not

the tree limbs whip wildly above, threatening to

us

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

get out of

it. “It’s no good, Cora,” he

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 we stop? Something

not wanting to interrupt his concentration, looking out. the windshield along with him, unable to tear my eyes away. But as I watch – a red neon glow comes barely

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