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 ...