#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 we’ll slam into a tree,

off a cliff

slow, and then come to

all right, Cora,” Roger murmurs, frustrated but in control of the car

We just hit some high

still freaked out, looking steadily

it,” he tells me, putting the car in park and picking up his phone, glancing at the road ahead of us. “I don’t know how, though, it

.

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

from us. They speak for a few moments,

good, Cora,” Roger says, hanging up the phone and turning to me. “They

road. We’re going to have to backtrack and

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

the water in front of us, which looks like

watch, what looks like an entire

river across the

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

another?”

he turns in his seat and puts the car

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

his

already knows what I’m

this storm…is not

I whisper, my words

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

and heads in the other

out of this. But instead of

back down the road,

crashes around us and the tree limbs whip

on us

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

get out of

no good, Cora,” he

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

looks. I wait, holding my breath, not wanting to interrupt his concentration, looking out. the windshield along with him, unable to tear my eyes away.

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