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 give a little

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

a

we just slow, and then come to a stop, and I

all right, Cora,” Roger murmurs, frustrated but in control of the

okay. We just hit some

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

up his phone, glancing at the road ahead

.

of us. Roger’s on his phone now, speaking to

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

good, Cora,” Roger says, hanging up the phone and

across the road. We’re going to have to backtrack and find

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

water

I watch, what looks like an

a river across the

happen so fast?” I ask, a little

another?”

voice tight as he turns in his seat and puts

water line. I watch him, waiting for

doesn’t, his brows knit

he already knows what I’m

storm…is

I whisper, my

his eyes on

and heads in the other direction. “Do

in my gut, that I trust him to get us out of this. But instead of telling him that, I just nod, sitting back

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

us and the tree limbs whip

us at

big golf-ball sized pieces of ice, I open

get out

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

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