Surrogate For Alpha Dom

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

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

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 flooded road, separated from us. They speak for a few moments, trying to figure out a plan,

to me. “They can’t come back across the road. We’re going to have to backtrack and find

my eyes wide with anxiety. “We can’t like… ford the river, or whatever?” 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 looks like

a little breathless. “Between one car length and another?”

tight as he turns in his seat and puts the car in reverse, backing away

I realize that he already knows what I’m

words shaking. “What’s

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

him to get us out of this. But instead of telling him that, I just nod, sitting back tensely in my

above, threatening to come down on us at any moment.

to hail, big golf-ball sized pieces of ice, I open my mouth to say we need to do get out of

it. “It’s no good, Cora,” he murmurs,

ride on

looking out. the windshield along with him, unable to tear my eyes away. But

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 by taking

Make 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