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

at any moment

a cliff

slow, and then come to a stop,

murmurs, frustrated but in control of the car again.

We just

gasp, still freaked out, looking steadily out the

up his phone, glancing at the road ahead

.

Roger’s on his phone now, speaking to the guards in

stopped on the other side of the flooded road, separated from us. They speak for a few moments, trying to figure out a plan, but they

Roger says, hanging up the phone and turning to

to have to backtrack and find a

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

and gestures towards the water in front

watch, what looks like an entire tree floats by what

a river across the

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

another?”

as he turns in his seat

rising water line. I watch him, waiting for him to

his brows knit

then, suddenly, I realize that he already

storm…is

I whisper, my words

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

the other direction. “Do you trust

us out of this. But instead of

Even as we drive back down the road, though,

us and the tree limbs

us

big golf-ball sized pieces of

get out of

Cora,”

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