HIS STORY 1 (HOW HE BECAME A WOLF)

The duo lay cuddled in Max's king sized bed. Max was lying on his back and had pulled Shirley to half lie on top of him with her hair sprawled on his chest.

"My father would hate me if he knows what I am," Shirley suddenly blurted out, breaking the thick silence that had been ensuing between them.

"He is not your father Shirley," Max knew that it was a painful reminder but he still said it.

She raised her head from his chest, even sitting up, to glare at him.

"Look love, I know exactly what you are going through. I have lived it. And you know, you are actually lucky you have me," he said, sitting up himself and reaching to take both her hands in his. She let him, a soft sigh escaping her throat. She knew that he wasn't meaning to brag. She was indeed lucky that she had him to help her through this.

"Are you also a born wolf? Or you were bitten?" she asked.

"I am a born wolf, just like you," he said.

"Tell me how you turned. I want to know," she demanded. Shirley felt that knowin