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

speed to our left. I

at any moment

off a

to a stop, and I peek my eyes

Roger murmurs, frustrated but in control of the car again.

just hit

I gasp, still freaked out, looking steadily

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

.

road ahead of us. Roger’s on his phone now, speaking

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

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

going to have to backtrack and find a new

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

eyebrow and gestures towards the water in front of

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

river across

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

another?”

as he turns in his seat and puts

from the rising water line. I

doesn’t, his brows knit

already knows what I’m

storm…is

my

Cora,” he promises, his eyes on the road

and heads in the other direction. “Do

know it, 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

drive back down the road, though, the storm does

tree limbs

on us

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

get out

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

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