Betty's POV. 

I blinked, my eyelids heavy and sluggish, as if weighted down by the remnants of a dream. 

The world around me slowly came into focus, like a painting emerging from a watery haze.

Something warm brushed the back of my hand.

A voice, low and strained, broke through the silence.

“…Betty?”

Alpha Damien.

I tried moving my fingers again, and this time, they twitched.

His breath hitched. In the next second, he was gone from my side, the scrape of his chair barely audible ...