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

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

off a cliff

come to a stop, and I

right, Cora,” Roger murmurs, frustrated but in control of the car again. “We

we’re okay. We just hit

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

got through it,” he tells me, putting the car in park and picking up his phone,

.

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

road, separated from us. They speak for a few moments, trying to figure out a plan,

says, hanging up the phone and turning to me. “They

We’re going to have to backtrack and find a

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

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

looks like an

a river across

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

another?”

don’t know,” Roger replies, his voice tight as he turns

line. I watch him, waiting for

doesn’t, his brows knit

he already knows what I’m just now figuring

this storm…is

whisper, my words

to get through it, Cora,” he promises, his eyes on the road as he turns the

heads in the other

to get us out of this. But instead of

we drive back down the road, though, the storm does not

tree limbs whip wildly above, threatening

on us at

pieces of ice, I open my mouth to say

out of

good, Cora,” he murmurs, glancing

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