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 my

my whole body tense – anticipating at any moment that we’ll slam into

a cliff

then come to a

frustrated but in control of the

just hit

gasp, still

tells me, putting the car in park and picking up his phone, glancing at the road ahead of us. “I don’t know how,

.

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

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

hanging up the phone and

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

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

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

I watch, what looks like an entire tree floats

a river

that happen so fast?” I ask,

another?”

tight as he turns

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

his brows

suddenly, I realize that he already knows what I’m just

storm…is not

my words shaking. “What’s

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

heads in the other

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

drive back down the road, though, the storm

tree limbs whip wildly above, threatening to

us at any

golf-ball sized pieces of ice, I open my mouth to say we need

get out

Cora,” he murmurs, glancing at

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