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

and drifts at high speed to our left. I

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

off a cliff

to a stop, and I peek

frustrated but in control of the

just hit

car?” I gasp, still freaked out, looking

putting the car in park and picking up his phone, glancing at the road ahead of us. “I don’t know how, though, it looks completely

.

ahead of us. Roger’s on his phone

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

says, hanging up the

have

I ask, my eyes wide with anxiety. “We can’t

and gestures towards the water in front of us,

I watch, what looks like an entire tree floats by

river across the

ask, a little breathless. “Between one car

another?”

know,” Roger replies, his voice tight as he turns in

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

his brows knit

that he already knows what I’m

this storm…is

whisper, my

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

the other direction. “Do

get us out of this. But instead of telling him that, I just nod,

crossed. Even as we drive back down the road, though, the storm does not

around us and the tree limbs whip

us at any

pieces of ice, I open my

out

me to it. “It’s no good, Cora,”

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