Jason swung his maul with all his might and went clean through the tree every time. His hulking muscles rippled in the effort. As the rain clouds move up north enough to finally hit him, he worked away in the deluge. A bolt of lightning struck him through his maul and he hit a knee, a shout of pain escaping his mouth. He figured there was no help for miles, the rain was blocking the scents from the cabin, so he closed his eyes. A moment later, a popping sound came from his chest. Without the full moon, the change would hurt like hell, but it would be better than having a heart attack in the middle of the woods. He growled and snarled as his transformation began, jump starting his heart and sending it into over drive. He let loose a piercing howl the sliced through the very rain, resounding for miles around,and ran farther into the woods to hide from any possible humans as his nails grew into claws and salt colored fur began to sprout from his skin