The storm raged with all the fury of a living thing, its icy tendrils biting into Emily's exposed skin as she crouched low behind a fallen beam.
Her heart hammered in her chest, each beat a painful reminder that they were on the brink of disaster.
The sound of distant gunfire echoed in the background, mingling with the howling wind and the crackling of the fire that had started in the distance.
The world around her was chaos, but her focus never wavered.
Lena.
Her betrayal was like a knife twisted deep into their side, and now, they were running out of time.
"What the hell is she doing here?" Damien hissed under his breath from behind her, his voice barely audible over the wind.
He crouched beside her, eyes scanning the battlefield.
The enemy was closing in on their position fast, and Lena had just shifted the odds completely.
Their team was surrounded, with no clear escape in sight.