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 give a little shriek, pressing my

– anticipating at any moment that

a cliff

and then come to a

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

just hit some

I gasp, still freaked out, looking

his phone, glancing at the road ahead of us. “I don’t know how,

.

phone now, speaking

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

up the phone and turning

We’re going to have to backtrack and

wide with anxiety. “We can’t like… ford the river, or

and gestures towards the water in front of us,

what looks like an entire tree floats

a river across

I ask, a little

another?”

voice tight as he turns in his seat and puts the

from the rising water line. I watch him, waiting

his brows knit

realize that he already knows what I’m just now

this storm…is

whisper, my words shaking.

get through it, Cora,” he promises, his eyes

other direction.

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

as we drive back down the road, though, the storm

around us and the tree limbs whip wildly above, threatening to

on us at

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

get out of

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

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