The iris' of Zak's eyes glowed yellow and black. He huffed in a deep breath of air that made his chest pop out. He pulled his hand away from her, almost snarling. He looked around at the other wolves, who were scattering around the clearing. He looked away from Holly, gasping for air, then feeling his body morph. The clothes he had on stretched as he morphed back into a werewolf. He looked very funny, but he was very uncomfortable. This doggy did not like having jeans on while he was a werewolf. He kicked them off and tore at his shirt.