#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 moment that we’ll slam into a tree,

a cliff

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

Roger murmurs, frustrated but in

just

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

phone, glancing at the road ahead of us. “I don’t know

.

on his phone

from us. They speak for a few moments, trying to figure out a plan, but

Roger says, hanging up the phone and turning to

the road. We’re going to have to

eyes wide with anxiety. “We can’t like… ford the

water in front of us, which

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

a river across the

that happen so fast?” I ask, a little breathless. “Between one car

another?”

he turns in his seat

line. I watch him, waiting

he doesn’t, his brows knit

realize that he already knows what I’m just now figuring

storm…is not

my words

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

and heads in the other

trust him to get us out of this. But instead of

drive back down the road, though, the storm

the tree limbs whip

us at

of ice, I open

get out

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

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 –

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 comes barely into sight in the distance. “Yes,” he murmurs. “A motel. Thank

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