The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 321

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 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.

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

our left. I give a little shriek, pressing

my whole body tense – anticipating at any moment that we’ll slam

a

just slow, and then come to

murmurs, frustrated but in control of the car

okay. We just hit

still freaked out, looking steadily out

and picking up his phone, glancing at the road ahead

.

phone now, speaking to the guards in the

us. They speak for a few moments, trying to figure out a plan, but they

Roger says, hanging up the phone and turning to

have to backtrack

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

an eyebrow and gestures towards the water in front of us,

by the minute. As I watch, what looks like an entire

river

so fast?” I ask, a little

another?”

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

backing away from the rising water line. I watch him, waiting for him to

his brows

already knows what I’m just

this storm…is

my words

his eyes on the

in the other

that I trust him to get us out of this. But instead of telling

crossed. Even as we drive back down the road, though, the storm does

tree limbs whip wildly above, threatening

us at

big golf-ball sized pieces of

get out of

good, Cora,”

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