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.

at any moment that we’ll

a cliff

slow, and then come to a

but in control of the car

okay. We just hit some high

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

car in park and picking up his phone, glancing at the road ahead of us. “I don’t know how, though, it looks completely

.

phone

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

no good, Cora,” Roger says, hanging up the

to have to backtrack and find a

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

and gestures towards the water in front of us, which looks like

the minute. As I watch, what looks

a river

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

another?”

replies, his voice tight as he turns in his seat and puts

water line. I watch

he doesn’t, his brows

already knows what I’m just now

storm…is not

whisper, my words shaking.

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

heads in the other direction. “Do you trust

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

drive back down the road, though, the storm does not let

and the tree limbs whip wildly above, threatening to

us

big golf-ball sized pieces of ice, I open

out

no good, Cora,” he murmurs, glancing at me. “We

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

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