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 shriek, pressing

any moment that we’ll slam into a

off a cliff

just slow, and then come to

murmurs, frustrated but in control

We just hit some high

still freaked out,

phone, glancing at the road

.

on his phone

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

hanging up the phone and turning to me. “They

road. We’re going to have to backtrack and find a new

eyes wide with anxiety. “We can’t like… ford

towards the water in front of us,

minute. As I watch, what looks like

a river across

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

another?”

as he turns in his seat

the rising water line.

his

he already knows what I’m

storm…is

whisper, my words shaking. “What’s

Cora,” he promises, his eyes on the

and heads in the other

get us out of this. But instead of telling him

drive back down the road, though,

around us and the tree limbs whip wildly

us at

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

out

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

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