CLASH OF THE ALPHAS

Alpha Ronan's Pov

I looked at my team, and I could see the determination in their eyes. They were ready to do this, ready to help me take April from Kayson's grasp. I nodded at them, and we began to move stealthily towards the Landside pack's territory. The Danish peppers we had applied to our skin to mask our scent were burning, but we gritted our teeth and pushed on.

As we approached the lair, my heart began to race with anticipation. This was it, our chance to take April and show Kayson and Ryder who the greater alpha is. I signaled to my team, and we fanned out, surrounding the lair. I crept forward, my ears perked up, listening for any sign of movement or danger. The wind carried the faint sound of April's voice, singing a haunting melody that sent shivers down my spine. My eyes locked onto the lair, my mind fixed on the prize. We were so close.

Then, just as we were about to move in, I heard a faint rustling in the underbrush. I froze, my hackles raised. What was that? I turned