Self esteem was one of the things you shouldn’t lack in high school years, but it was something that really seemed to dodge you. You had potential, great body, pretty face when you actually tried, but battled with bad asthma and social anxiety.

Derek saw your potential, your craving to be seen as more than the shy girl in the corner. He knew that if you joined his pack, the asthma and anxiety would go away, you would be the girl you always wanted to be.

Derek knew there was one way of convincing you into joining his wolf pack. Getting inside that pretty head.

He started talking to you whenever you served him at the local supermarket, being extra nice to get you to like him. You’d like anyone who’s nice to you. Then he asked for your number and started seeing you in private, becoming your friend.

He would do things friends wouldn’t normally do, because he knew you wouldn’t want to ruin the only friendship you had.

After a bad asthmatic episode, you were sent to the hospital. Derek knew this was the time to strike. He brought flowers and stirred you awake while sitting on your hospital bed. He spoke softly and slowly to you, stroking your hair before popping the question.

“Do you… ever want this stuff go away?” When you nodded, he grinned, “I could take it all away.”