Chapter Forty Two

Returning to the main area, I saw Matt organizing the werewolves into groups, preparing them for the escape. His voice carried authority, and the captives listened attentively. I approached Matt, my eyes filled with a mix of admiration and concern. I could see the weight of responsibility on his shoulders as he guided the werewolves with unwavering determination.

"Matt," I called softly, catching his attention.

He turned to face me, his gaze piercing. "What is it, Ashley?"

I hesitated for a moment, searching for the right words. "I overheard some gang members talking about you. They said you're more powerful than anyone they've ever seen."

Matt's expression tightened, a flicker of concern crossing his face. "I knew they were aware of my existence, but I didn't expect them to understand the extent of my power."

I reached out, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "We have to be careful. If they know who you are, they might try to use it against us."

He nodded, his jaw set in determinat