Betty's POV. 

The drive back to the hostel felt both too long and too short. 

My mind was a chaotic mess of worry—exam dates, study materials, and Luna responsibilities all colliding in My head was like a storm I couldn't quiet.

"Betty," Damien's voice cut through my spiral. 

His hand left the steering wheel briefly to squeeze mine. 

"Breathe. You're going to be fine."

"You don't know that," I said, my voice tight. 

"I've missed so much class time. And the pack stuff has taken ...