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 shriek, pressing

tense – anticipating at any

a cliff

and then come to a stop, and I peek my

Cora,” Roger murmurs, frustrated but in

We just

still freaked

his phone, glancing at the road ahead of us. “I don’t

.

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

flooded road, separated from us. They speak for a few moments, trying to figure out a plan, but they don’t come up with

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

have to backtrack and

ask, my eyes wide with anxiety. “We

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

the minute. As I watch, what looks

a river across the

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

another?”

know,” Roger replies, his voice tight as he turns in his seat and puts the car

line. I watch him,

doesn’t, his

then, suddenly, I realize that he already knows what

storm…is not

my

his eyes on the road as he turns

in the other direction. “Do you

deep down in my gut, that I trust him to get us out of this. But instead of telling him that, I just nod, sitting back tensely

the road, though, the storm does not

the tree limbs

on us at

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

out

good, Cora,”

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