You can call me Jason

It's a hot and humid evening in the city, on the roof of the tallest building there is a pack of werewolves standing in a circle, and 2 werewolves engaged in a furious battle. They tear at each other with their razor-sharp canines. One of the werewolves is exhausted and breathing heavily. The one werewolf swipes his claws at the exhausted werewolf across his face producing sending his eyeball flying. He steps back holding his face as blood squirts out of the hole where his eye used to be. The other werewolf gives one more swipe, his claws slice the other werewolf's throat. It falls down onto his knees. The other werewolf walks up to it and stands over it growling menacingly. The standing werewolf grabs the other's head and starts to pull and shake furiously until eventually the head get's ripped from its body. The werewolf pack goes quiet as the werewolf with a head in its hands lets out a loud roar, the head gets tossed aside and the victorious werewolf takes its human shape, it's