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

at high speed to our left. I give

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

a cliff

we just slow, and then come to a stop, and

frustrated but in control of the car

just hit some

the other car?” I gasp, still freaked

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

.

Roger’s on his phone now,

the other side of the flooded road, separated from us. They speak for

no good, Cora,” Roger says, hanging up the phone and turning to me. “They can’t

road. We’re going to have to backtrack and

anxiety.

towards the water in front

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

river across the

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

another?”

voice tight as he turns in his seat

rising water line. I watch him,

his brows knit

he already knows what I’m just now figuring

this storm…is not

I whisper, my words

going to get through it, Cora,” he promises, his

other direction. “Do you trust

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

crossed. Even as we drive back down the

us and the tree

on us at

sized pieces of ice, I open my mouth

get out

beats me to it. “It’s no good, Cora,”

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