MAXIMUS:
The attack happened exactly as Matteo predicted. We were able to prepare and counter just in time, which should have calmed me, but everything still felt staged, as if someone had choreographed the violence down to my heartbeat.
The lights burn low. Ragnar stood by the window, arms folded and fist clenched. Jordan leaned on the edge of the table, silent but restless, his fingers anxiously tapping on the wood in a slow and impatient manner.
For a long minute no one spoke.
Finally Ragnar cut the silence. “I’m confused, Alpha. If Matteo’s truly working with Ravensclaw, why would he betray them? Why allow their warriors to be slaughtered, and I don't think Silver Moon would have agreed to this.”
Jordan exhaled. “Maybe he’s playing both sides. Waiting to see who destroys each o
