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

drifts at high speed to our left. I give

any moment that we’ll slam into

a

slow, and then come to

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

we’re okay. We just hit

other car?” I gasp, still freaked out,

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

.

his phone now,

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

hanging up the phone and turning to me.

We’re going to have to backtrack

with anxiety. “We

raises an eyebrow and gestures towards the water in

looks like an entire tree

a river across the

ask,

another?”

don’t know,” Roger replies, his voice tight as he turns in his seat and puts the

rising water line. I watch him, waiting for

his brows knit

that he already knows what I’m just

this storm…is not

whisper, my words shaking.

to get through it, Cora,” he promises, his eyes on the road as he turns

and heads in the other

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

down the road, though, the storm

tree limbs whip

us at any

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

out

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

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