Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#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.

whole body tense – anticipating at any

a

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

Roger murmurs, frustrated but

We just hit some high

still

tells me, putting the car in park and picking up his phone,

.

on his phone now, speaking to the guards in the car,

side of the flooded road, separated from us. They speak for a few moments, trying to figure out a plan, but they don’t come up with

says, hanging up the phone

going to have

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

the water in front of us, which

I watch, what looks like an entire tree floats by what is

a river

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

another?”

voice tight as he turns in his seat

water line. I watch him, waiting for

he doesn’t, his brows

suddenly, I realize that he already knows what I’m just now

this storm…is

my

he promises, his eyes on the road as he turns

in the other direction. “Do

do. I know it, 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 my seat as we retrace

back down the road, though, the storm does not

us and the tree limbs whip

us at any

golf-ball sized pieces of ice, I open

get out

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

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? Something is fighting

out the window, but his words fade off as he 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. But as I watch – a red neon glow comes barely into sight in the