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

at high speed to our left. I

any moment

a

just slow, and then come to a stop, and I peek

right, Cora,” Roger murmurs, frustrated but in control of the car again.

okay. We just hit

still freaked out, looking steadily

through it,” he tells me, putting the car in park and picking up his phone, glancing at the road ahead

.

phone now, speaking to the guards in the

stopped on the other side of the flooded road, separated from us. They speak for a

Cora,” Roger says, hanging up the phone and turning to me. “They

have

I ask, my eyes wide with anxiety. “We can’t like… ford the river,

water in front

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

a river across

that happen so fast?” I ask, a little breathless. “Between one car

another?”

Roger replies, his voice tight as he turns in his seat and puts

line. I watch him,

he doesn’t, his brows

already knows what I’m just now

storm…is not

whisper, my

promises, his eyes on

the other direction. “Do you

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

drive back down the

tree limbs

us at any

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

out

to it. “It’s no good, Cora,” he murmurs, glancing at

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