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

high speed to our left. I give a little

any moment that we’ll slam into

a

to a stop, and I peek

Roger murmurs, frustrated but in control of the

we’re okay. We just hit

still freaked out, looking steadily out

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

.

phone now, speaking to the guards in

us. They speak for a few moments,

up the phone and turning to me. “They

have to

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

water in front of us, which

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

river

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

another?”

tight as he turns

water line. I watch him, waiting for

doesn’t, his

already knows what I’m just now

this storm…is

whisper, my

his

and heads in the other direction. “Do you trust

my gut, that I trust him to get us out of this. But instead

crossed. Even as we drive back down the road, though, the storm

us and the tree limbs whip

on us

hail, big golf-ball sized pieces of

out

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

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