#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.

at any moment that

a cliff

to a

frustrated but in control of

okay. We just hit

still freaked

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

.

Roger’s on his phone

stopped on the other side of the flooded road, separated from us. They speak for a few moments, trying to figure out

hanging up the phone

We’re going to have to backtrack and find a new

with anxiety. “We can’t

gestures towards the water in

watch, what looks like an entire

a river

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

another?”

don’t know,” Roger replies, his voice tight as he

away from the rising water line. I

doesn’t, his brows knit

then, suddenly, I realize that he already knows what

this storm…is not

I whisper, my

promises, his eyes on the

heads in the other direction. “Do

my gut, that I trust him to get us out of this. But instead of telling

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

crashes around us and the tree limbs whip wildly above, threatening

on us

sized pieces of ice, I open my mouth to say we

get out

“It’s no good, Cora,”

breathe, somehow at once 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 we stop?

the windshield along with him, unable to

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