Hearing the order for the hunt to begin, Jack grinned with an anticipation that was all too feral. He had waited before entering the building, because he had made a slight plan. When he saw Demona amongst the outside group, the plan was in place, With a bellow, the transformation began, flesh expanding, hair growing, teeth become those of a wolf, his form expanded to become what he truly was. The Lycanthrope.<br/><br/>As a Lycanthrope, Jack barely held back his other half's blood urges, he stalked over to Demona and sniffed the air sharply, inhaling her scent and the scent of her recent sex. "Tracker found, See you in a moment." The werewolf howled loudly, a howl to the moon he so desperately loathed and loved. The orb in the sky that controled his power. The bestial form of Jack Mason crouched onto all fours, bursting into a sprint.<br/><br/>The doors of the club caved in, not able to handle the werewolf's rapid entrance as they were knocked off there hinges. A dwarf tried to swing an axe at him, but he simply caught the handle, snapping the weapon in an instant and, with a jagged move of a claw, decapitated the dwarf. A few of the gunmen saw a new target and aimed at him, very few guns packed silver, but considering the high percentage of Unleashed who frequented the bar, he wouldn't take the risk, He grabbed the now dislodged door, using it as a shield of sorts to buffer himself from the bullets, it was partially effective, and gave others the chance to dispatch the otherwise distracted gunmen. Throwing the door at a Satyr who wasn't Nick Voss, the werewolf sniffed the air, scenting out 4 people with Demona's scent. One of them was the target, one of them was his prey. He saw several dwarves blocking the entrance to the VIP room, but that wasn't his prey. A werewolf had joined the fray, bursting past the Dwarves and hurtling himself at the elf. With a growl, Jack launched himself across the room, slamming a claw into the other werewolf's temple and slamming it against a wall. The unlucky sod got a face full of concrete before he managed to slam a hind leg into Jack's knee. Sending him back a few steps as he recovered. Jack let out a hearty growl as he lunged forward, wrapping his arms around the other wolf's chest as he squeezed, feeling ribs fracture. The Unlucky werewolf howled in agony as Jack kept squeezing, his inner hunter sensing a kill. He decided to use the werewolf as a distraction, but first, he squeezed one last time, snapping the werewolf's back. The unlucky one slumped to the floor, whimpering just once before Jack's teeth ripped at it's throat, silencing it forever. Assuming that the elf had not managed to get past the Dwarven body guards, Jack would help out just a bit, he only had time to shout one word as he picked up the werewolf's corpse. "Duck!" The Voice was hoarse and throaty, not entirely like Jack's but similar enough to anyone who heard it in the club, He lobbed the Werewolf's corpse at the VIP door, aiming to clothesline the Dwarves with a rather chunky Werewolf's corpse.