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

at any

off a cliff

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

Roger murmurs, frustrated but in control of the

We just hit some

still freaked out, looking steadily out the

the car in park and picking up his phone, glancing at the road ahead

.

of us. Roger’s on his phone now, speaking to the guards

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

Cora,” Roger says, hanging up the phone and turning

have to backtrack and

with anxiety. “We can’t like… ford the

eyebrow and gestures towards the water in front of

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

river across

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

another?”

replies, his voice tight as he

line. I watch him,

doesn’t, his

I realize that he already knows what I’m

this storm…is not

my

his eyes on the road as

the other direction. “Do

out of this. But instead of telling him that, I just

down the road, though, the storm does not

crashes around us and the tree limbs whip wildly

on us

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

get out

to it. “It’s no good, Cora,” he

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