You always worried that you weren’t quite good enough for your boyfriend.

Bruno was popular in his pack, and boy was he was handsome- way out of your league, you thought. He played guitar, had loads of friends and was generally a sweet boy.

You weren’t a werewolf, and you certainly weren’t as popular. When Bruno had asked you to hang out after the Founder’s Pyre Ceremony, you’d been pleasantly surprised he’d even taken notice of you.

When that friendship developed and blossomed into innocent love, you couldn’t help but be happy.

However, that happiness came with a pit of worry. The worry you weren’t good enough.

Enid Sinclair seemed to have her eye on Bruno, he was friends with her, since they were both a part of the wolf pack. You couldn’t help but feel like she was everything you weren’t- popular, fun, bright, extroverted, not to mention she was a werewolf like Bruno.

“Hey..?” Bruno snapped you out of your thoughts with a kiss to your shoulder, his arms slightly tightened around your waist. You’d been trying to watch a star shower together, but apparently you’d zoned out. “are you okay, baby?” He whispered, voice soft, tender, and clearly worried.