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

our left. I give a

anticipating at any moment

off a cliff

to a stop, and I peek my eyes

Roger murmurs, frustrated but in control of

just hit some

still freaked out, looking steadily out the

the car in park and picking up his phone, glancing

.

on his phone now, speaking to the

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

says, hanging up the phone and turning to me.

We’re going to have to backtrack and find a

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

water in front of us,

As I watch, what looks like an entire tree floats by what

a river across

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

another?”

he

backing away from the rising water line.

doesn’t, his brows knit

he already

storm…is not

I whisper, my words shaking.

his eyes on the road as he turns the

other direction. “Do

it, deep down in 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 does not let

the tree limbs whip wildly above,

on us at

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

out

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

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