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

freaked out, looking steadily out the window.

phone now, speaking to the guards in the car, who have stopped on the other side of the flooded road, separated from us.

to me. “They can’t come

Roger raises an eyebrow and gestures towards the water in front of us, which looks like it’s rising

so fast?” I ask, a little breathless.

tight as he turns in his seat and puts the car in reverse, backing away from the rising water line. I watch him, waiting

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

my words

as he turns the car around and heads in the other direction.

that, I just nod, sitting back tensely in my seat

the tree limbs whip wildly above, threatening

I open my mouth to say we need to

it. “It’s no good, Cora,” he murmurs,

I don’t want to ride on this road any longer in

breath, not wanting to interrupt his concentration, looking out. the windshield along with him, unable to tear

breathe a big sigh of 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 and incessant. As I stare at it, baffled by the sudden hurricane conditions, Roger surprises me

think? Make a run for the lobby?” He gestures towards it, just a few feet away, but somehow in this insane

into his eyes. “What’s going on? What