CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTY - Echoes of the Past

The battle raged on, neither side willing to give ground. Anna could feel exhaustion starting to set in, her muscles burning with exertion. But she pushed through, drawing on reserves of strength she didn't know she possessed. All around her, she could see her pack mates doing the same, fighting with everything they had. As the sun climbed higher in the sky, Anna noticed a shift in the battle's momentum. Ragnar's initial assault had been blunted, and now the Fairchild pack was starting to push back. Their careful planning and strategic positioning were paying off, allowing them to gradually gain the upper hand. Suddenly, a ripple of excitement passed through the Fairchild ranks. Anna looked up to see Erik and Ragnar circling each other in a small clearing that had opened up in the center of the battlefield. The two alphas faced off, their eyes locked in a silent challenge. "It's time to end this, Ragnar," Erik growled, his voice carrying across the suddenly quiet battlefield. "You a