#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.

body tense – anticipating at any moment that we’ll slam into a tree,

a cliff

and then come to a

right, Cora,” Roger murmurs, frustrated but

We just

other car?” I gasp, still

through it,” he tells me, putting the car in park and picking up his phone, glancing at the road

.

ahead of us. Roger’s on his phone now, speaking

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

up the phone and turning to me. “They can’t

going to have to backtrack and find

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

the water in front of us, which looks

watch, what looks like an entire tree floats

a river across

that happen so fast?” I ask, a little breathless.

another?”

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

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

his brows

that he already knows what

storm…is not

my words

his eyes on

other direction. “Do you

I know it, deep down in my gut, that I trust him to get us out of this. But

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

the tree limbs whip wildly above, threatening

us at

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

get out of

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

simultaneously relieved. I want to stop I know that for sure, I don’t want to ride on this road any

wanting to interrupt his concentration, looking out. the windshield along with him,

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