#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. “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.