#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.

tense – anticipating at any

a

we just slow, and then come to a stop,

frustrated but in control of the car again.

just hit some high

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

the car in park and picking up his phone, glancing at the road ahead

.

phone now, speaking to the guards in

from us. They speak for a few moments, trying to

up the phone and turning to me.

road. We’re going to have to backtrack and

with anxiety. “We can’t like…

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

minute. As I watch, what looks like an entire tree floats by

a river

did that happen so fast?” I ask,

another?”

Roger replies, his voice tight as he

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

doesn’t, his brows

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

this storm…is not

my words shaking. “What’s

going to get through it, Cora,” he promises, his

and heads in the other direction. “Do you trust

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

we drive back down the road,

around us and the tree limbs whip wildly

on us

hail, big golf-ball sized pieces of ice, I

out of

me to it. “It’s no good, Cora,” he

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 fighting

I remember…” Roger begins, peering 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

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