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

left. I give a little

any moment that

off a cliff

come to a stop,

but in control

just hit some high

other car?” I gasp, still freaked out, looking

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

.

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

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

hanging up the phone and turning to

the road. We’re going to have to backtrack and find a

eyes wide with anxiety. “We can’t

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

I watch, what looks like an entire tree

a river across the

I ask, a

another?”

Roger replies, his voice tight as he turns in his seat and

line. I watch him, waiting for him to

his

he already

storm…is not

I whisper, my words

he promises, his eyes on

the other

us out of this. But instead of telling

crossed. Even as we drive back down the road, though, the

tree limbs whip

us at

hail, big golf-ball sized pieces of

out of

no good, Cora,” he murmurs, glancing at me.

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