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

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

park and picking up his phone, glancing 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

up the phone and turning to me. “They can’t come back across the road. We’re going to

Roger raises an eyebrow and gestures towards the water in front of us, which looks like it’s rising by the minute. As I watch, what

ask, a little breathless. “Between one car length and

seat and puts the car in reverse, backing away from the rising

I realize that he already knows what I’m just now figuring out. That this storm…is

I whisper, my words

he turns the car

my gut, 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. Even as we drive back

crashes around us and the tree limbs whip wildly above, threatening to come down on us at any moment.

hail, big golf-ball sized pieces of ice, I open my mouth to say

Roger beats me to it. “It’s no good, Cora,” he

don’t want to ride on this

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

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 and incessant. As I stare at it, baffled by the sudden hurricane conditions, Roger surprises me

feels safer. But…I think we should get inside, Cora. What do you think? Make a run for the lobby?” He gestures towards it, just a few feet away,

his eyes. “What’s going