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.

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

a cliff

and then come to

but

we’re okay. We just

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

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

.

phone now, speaking to

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

the phone and turning

We’re going to have to backtrack and

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

the water in

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

a river

I ask, a little breathless. “Between

another?”

his voice tight as he turns in his seat and

rising water line. I watch

he doesn’t, his brows

suddenly, I realize that he already knows what

this storm…is

my words shaking.

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

in the other

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

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

tree

on us

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

out of

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

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