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

speed to our left. I give a little shriek, pressing my

any moment

a

to a stop, and I peek

Roger murmurs, frustrated but

we’re okay. We just hit

car?” I gasp, still freaked

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

.

on his phone now, speaking

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

Roger says, hanging up the phone and

going to have to backtrack and find a

eyes wide with anxiety. “We

the water in

the minute. As I watch, what looks like

a river across the

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

another?”

replies, his voice tight as he turns in his seat and

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

he doesn’t, his

already knows what I’m just

this storm…is not

I whisper, my

his eyes on the road

heads in the other direction. “Do

to get us out of this. But instead of telling him that, I just nod, sitting back tensely

back down the road, though,

tree limbs whip wildly above,

on us at

of ice,

get out

good, Cora,”

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