#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.

my whole body tense – anticipating at any moment that we’ll

a cliff

to a stop, and I peek my eyes

frustrated but in

just hit

I gasp, still freaked out,

park and picking up his phone, glancing at the road

.

his phone now, speaking to the guards in the car,

on the other side of the flooded road, separated from us. They speak for

up the phone and

road. We’re going to have to

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

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

what looks like an entire tree floats by what is

river across the

I ask, a

another?”

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

line.

his brows knit

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

storm…is

my words shaking. “What’s

it, Cora,” he promises, his eyes

the other direction. “Do you

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

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

and the tree

on us

pieces of ice, I open my mouth to say

out

good, Cora,”

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 –

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

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