MAXIMUS:
Ragnar paced the room uneasy, his boots scraping against stone. “Are you sure about this, Alpha?” he asked for the third time, his tone carrying that rough mix of worry and disbelief that only he could manage.
I folded my arms, watching the map spread before us. “Positive. There’s no downside even if I’m wrong.”
He frowned. “How do we know he’ll take the bait?”
“Because I know my brother,” I said quietly. “He’s clever, but not invincible. Matteo’s mistake has always been the same, he underestimates his enemy.”
Ragnar stopped pacing. “You’re saying we feed him false information?”
“Exactly.” I pointed at the map, tracing the lines of the supposed border defenses. “The traps he helped design, the ones he thinks we’ll set, will be decoys. We’ll mirror every move, but our true de
