Ryder POV
The blizzard hits like a freight train.One minute, we're watching the ridge where enemy scouts gathered. The next, the world turns white. Snow whips sideways, so thick I can barely see Knox standing three feet away.
"Elena wasn't kidding about the storm!" Knox shouts over the howling wind.
"Position yourselves!" I point to the defensive spots we marked. "They'll push through anyway. The storm just slows them down."
Doc disappears into the cabin to set up his medical station. Knox melts into the forest on the left. I take position behind a fallen log with clear sight lines to the main approach.
Jolie stands in the center of the clearing, completely still. Snow swirls around her but doesn't touch her—like she's wrapped in an invisible bubble.
"Get to cover!" I yell.
She does
