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

to our left. I give a little

at any moment

off a cliff

slow, and then come to a stop, and

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

okay. We just

car?” I gasp, still

in park and picking up his phone, glancing at the

.

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

from us. They speak for a few moments, trying to figure out a plan,

Roger says, hanging up the phone and turning to

going to have

with anxiety. “We can’t like… ford the

water in front

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

a river

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

another?”

voice tight as he turns in his seat and puts the car

from the rising water line. I watch him, waiting

his brows

realize that he already knows what

storm…is

I whisper, my words shaking.

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

heads in the other direction. “Do

do. I know it, deep down in my gut, that I trust him to get us out of this. But instead of telling him that,

down the road, though, the

the tree limbs whip wildly above,

on us at any

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

get out of

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

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