This is for someone who knows who he or she is. You have to wait for the rest of it, my dear.
Levi shifted himself back into human form, so ecstatic at finally getting rid of Jerry, he honestly didn’t care about the pain as his body rearranged itself. He was grinning widely when he pulled himself to his feet. A glance down told him he was filthy from head to toe, blood and mud and odd bits of forest cast-offs clinging to his skin.
And he didn’t give a shit. Jerry was dead. And this meant Levi was moving up in the pack.
The other wolves pulled away from him, even Trevor, when he went to pick up his clothes. Brushing absently at the dirt on his chest, he walked toward the chairs.
“Where do you think you’re going, pup?” Zachary snarled.
Phew! Found the typo before I hit publish. That’s a first.