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

body tense – anticipating at any moment that we’ll slam into a tree,

a cliff

come to a stop, and I peek my

frustrated but in control of the car

just

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

picking up his phone, glancing at the road ahead

.

his phone now, speaking to

the flooded road, separated from us. They speak for a few moments, trying to figure out a plan, but they don’t come up with

says, hanging up the phone

road. We’re going to have to backtrack

with anxiety. “We can’t like…

and gestures towards the water in front of

watch, what looks

river across the

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

another?”

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

the rising water line. I watch him, waiting

doesn’t, his

then, suddenly, I realize that he already knows what I’m just now

this storm…is

whisper, my words shaking.

through it, Cora,” he promises, his eyes

heads in the other direction.

of this. But instead of telling him that,

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

us and the tree limbs whip wildly above,

us at any

pieces of ice, I open my mouth to

out

good, Cora,” he murmurs, glancing at me. “We

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