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.

any moment that we’ll slam into

a

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

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

okay. We just hit some

I gasp, still freaked out,

me, putting the car in park and picking up his phone, glancing at the road ahead of us.

.

on his phone now, speaking to the guards in the car,

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

no good, Cora,” Roger says, hanging up the phone

to have to backtrack and find a new

my eyes wide with anxiety.

eyebrow and gestures towards the water in front of us, which looks

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

river across

ask,

another?”

voice tight as he turns in his seat and

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

his

that he already knows what I’m

this storm…is

whisper, my words

he promises, his eyes on the road as he

the other direction. “Do you trust

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

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

around us and the tree limbs whip wildly

us at

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

out

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

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