#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.

any moment that we’ll slam into a

a

slow, and then come to a stop,

frustrated but in control of the car again.

just

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

park and picking up his phone,

.

phone now, speaking to

They speak for a few moments, trying to figure out a plan, but they

the phone

We’re going to have

ask, my eyes wide with anxiety.

gestures towards the water

watch, what looks like an entire tree floats by what

a river across

ask, a

another?”

as he turns in his seat and puts the

rising water line. I watch

his

that he already knows what I’m just now

this storm…is not

whisper, my words

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

the other direction. “Do you

my gut, that I trust him to get us out of this. But instead of telling him that, I just nod, sitting back tensely

down the road, though, the storm

and the tree limbs

on us

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

get out of

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

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? Something is

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

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