Accidental Surrogate

Cora

The weather, bizarrely, gets worse as we drive. I’m usually not skittish about driving in bad weather, by as the miles pass 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.

“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 –

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. closed, my whole body tense – anticipating at any moment that we’ll slam into a tree, or fly off a cliff –

But we just slow, and then come to a stop, and I peek my eyes open.

“It’s all right, Cora,” Roger murmurs, frustrated but in control of the car again. “We skidded but we’re okay. We just hit some high water

freaked out, looking steadily

at the road ahead of us. “I don’t know how, though, it looks completely flooded…” the road ahead of us. Roger’s on his phone now, speaking to the guards in the car, who have stopped on the other side of the

no good, Cora,” Roger says, hanging up the phone and turning to me. “They can’t come back across the road. We’re going to have to backtrack and find a new

the water in front of us, which looks like it’s rising by the minute. As I watch, what looks like an entire tree floats by what is quickly. becoming a river across

so fast?” I ask, a little breathless. “Between one car length and

the car in reverse, backing away from the rising water line. I watch him, waiting for him to continue,

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

whisper, my words shaking. “What’s happening?”

the road as he turns the car

that I trust him to get us out of this. But instead of telling him that, I just nod, sitting back tensely in my seat as we retrace the ground we’ve already crossed.

above, threatening to come down on us

of ice, I open my mouth

good, Cora,” he murmurs, glancing at me. “We have to

sure, I don’t want to ride on this road any longer in this storm – but

he looks. I 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.

relief as Roger pulls into the parking lot, the wind hitting us so hard now from the side the car rocks as he slides the gears into park. The rain is coming at us sideways now, punishing

a run for the lobby?” He gestures towards it, just a few feet away, but somehow in this insane weather it feels as if getting there means running a

his eyes. “What’s going on? What