#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 slam into a

a cliff

come to a stop, and I peek my

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

We just hit some

I gasp, still freaked out, looking steadily out the

car in park and picking up his phone, glancing at the road ahead of us. “I don’t know how,

.

of us. Roger’s on his phone now, speaking to the guards in the

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

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

We’re going to have to

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

gestures towards the water in

I watch, what looks like an entire tree floats

a river across the

so fast?” I ask, a little

another?”

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

rising water line. I watch him, waiting

he doesn’t, his brows knit

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

storm…is not

I whisper, my words

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

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. But instead of telling him

as we drive back down the road, though, the storm does

us and the tree limbs whip

us at

of ice, I open

get out

good, Cora,” he murmurs, glancing at me.

want to ride on this road any longer in this storm – but what’s waiting

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

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