#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

off a

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

right, Cora,” Roger murmurs, frustrated but in control of

We just hit some

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

picking up his phone, glancing at

.

his phone now, speaking to the guards

us. They speak for a few moments, trying to figure out a plan, but they don’t come up

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

going to have

wide with anxiety.

water in front of us,

by the minute. As I watch, what looks

river across

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

another?”

know,” Roger replies, his voice tight as he turns in his seat and puts the car

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

doesn’t, his

that he already

storm…is not

my words

his eyes on the

heads in the other direction. “Do

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

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

crashes around us and the tree limbs whip wildly

us

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

get out

no good, Cora,” he murmurs, glancing at

don’t want to ride on this road any longer in this storm – but what’s waiting for us

out. the windshield along with him, unable to tear my eyes away.

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