EVAN'S POV

　　Ignoring the pain, I forced myself to stand. I lunged at Matthew, aiming a punch at his ribs. He blocked it and countered with a blow to my temple. Stars exploded in my vision, but I didn't go down. Instead, I twisted, catching Matthew off guard, and delivered a powerful uppercut to his jaw.

　　Matthew grunted in pain but didn't slow down. He grabbed me by the collar, lifting me off my feet and throwing me across the room. I hit the ground hard, skidding to a stop near Lydia's unconscious form. I forced myself up again, every muscle screaming in protest.

　　Brandon was back on his feet, eyes blazing with determination. He and Matthew circled each other, the tension in the room palpable. "This isn't about power, Matthew," Brandon said, his voice steady. "It's about saving lives."

　　"Shut up!" Matthew roared, charging at Brandon with renewed fury.

　　Brandon met him head-on. They clashed in a flurry of fists and snarls, each trying to gain the upper hand. Brandon landed a solid punch to Matthew's ribs, but the Alpha retaliated with a savage kick to Brandon's knee, sending him to the ground.

　　I saw my chance. With a roar, I sprang forward, tackling Matthew to the ground. We rolled, trading blows. I managed to get on top, raining punches down on him, but he was strong, fueled by rage and desperation. He threw me off, scrambling to his feet just as Brandon came at him again.

　　Together, Brandon and I fought with everything we had. Brandon landed a punch to Matthew's gut, doubling him over, and I followed up with a knee to his face. Blood sprayed from Matthew's nose, but he didn't back down.

　　"You'll never win," Matthew spat, his voice a guttural growl. "I'll kill you all."

　　"Not today," I said, and just as I was about to deliver the final punch, a voice rang out, stopping us all in our tracks.

　　"Alpha, stop! We don't have to kill anyone now. The demon is dead, she killed the demon." The voice came from the entrance of the room.

　　We all turned to see one of the pack members, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief. The silence that followed was deafening. Even Alpha Matthew, who was poised to strike back, froze. His eyes widened as the words sank in.

　　"What did you say?" Alpha Matthew asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

　　"The demon is dead," the man repeated, stepping forward cautiously. "The blizzard has stopped. Lydia killed the demon."

　　A palpable change swept through the room. Alpha Matthew's face transformed from rage to something resembling astonishment. He looked at Lydia, lying unconscious in my arms, then back at the pack member who had brought the news.

　　"Are you certain?" Alpha Matthew's voice trembled slightly, the fury draining from his eyes.

　　"Yes, Alpha. The storm is gone. It's over," the man confirmed.

　　Alpha Matthew slowly lowered his fists, his posture relaxing. The tension in the room dissipated, replaced by an eerie calm. He looked at me, then at Brandon, and finally at Lydia.

　　"You," he began, his voice softer now, "you killed the demon?"

　　I nodded, still wary but hopeful that the fight was truly over. "Yes, she did. Lydia fought the demon alone and won. She saved us all."

　　Alpha Matthew took a step back, his expression shifting to one of respect and awe. He looked at Lydia again, a newfound reverence in his eyes. "She...she saved us," he murmured, almost to himself.

　　I relaxed slightly, still holding Lydia protectively. Brandon stepped forward, placing a hand on my shoulder. "We need to get her help, Alpha. She's badly injured."

　　Alpha Matthew nodded slowly, his aggressive demeanour completely gone.

　　"Of course," he said, his voice firm but respectful. "Take her to the infirmary. We'll do everything we can to help her."

　　The pack members, who had been watching in stunned silence, sprang into action. Several of them rushed forward to assist, guiding us towards the infirmary with a sense of urgency and purpose.

　　As we made our way through the hallways, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. The immediate danger had passed, and Lydia was finally going to get the help she needed. But the events of the night were far from forgotten. The revelations about the demon and the sacrifices would leave a lasting impact on all of us.

　　We arrived at the infirmary, where the healers took Lydia from my arms and immediately set to work. Brandon and I watched anxiously as they tended to her wounds, their skilled hands moving with practiced precision.

　　Alpha Matthew stood nearby, his expression thoughtful. He turned to me and Brandon, his gaze steady. "I owe you both an apology," he said quietly. "I was blinded by fear and desperation. I made terrible choices, and I see that now."

　　Brandon nodded, his face serious but understanding. "We all make mistakes, Alpha. What's important is that we learn from them and move forward."

　　Alpha Matthew looked at Lydia, his eyes filled with gratitude. "She saved us all. I will ensure that her bravery is honoured, and I will do everything in my power to make amends for what I have done."

　　I nodded, feeling a sense of hope. "Thank you, Alpha. We all need to heal and rebuild, together."

　　As the healers worked to save Lydia's life, I stood by her side, my heart filled with a mix of relief and determination. We had faced unimaginable challenges, but we had emerged stronger. And with the demon gone and the storm over, there was finally a chance for peace and healing.