Red Dawn
an excerpt

The world shifted suddenly and he felt a rush of pain going through his body that had nothing to do with the gaping hole in his chest. The bullet had missed his heart but gone into a lung, yet in all the destruction it was causing to his interiors the pain didn't have a chance to compare with the sudden euphoria and rush of adrenaline that beat any drug. It started at his center and spread from along his spine and veins into muscle and sinew like a crackling of electricity. That same rush sent him across the floor to his attacker before anyone had time to bat an eye, Venile's hand was closed like a vice around the man's windpipe, holding him over his head with a growl that showed no sign of being impeded by a damaged lung. If anything drowned out his growl it was the shock and outrage of his comrades and the man he held in his hand trying to scream. The gun collapsed to the floor with a loud click, followed by his body. The man's brown eyes were dilated and shot with feat as he looked in every direction from the floor, only to see an angry circle had formed ten men deep, and each one looking as if they'd be confident enough to challenge superman and win.
"Bu..but..how?...you.." Venile snarled more to cut off the stammering as the intruder's brain ceased it's ability to bring out rational thought and knelt down, in the process ripping his shirt wide open to show the bullet's point of entry closing before his eyes.
"You used silver. What you didn't know, is that's a myth we spread. Thanks for the energy rush." Venile was sorely tempted to just rip the man's throat out and had to fight down his instinct. Wisely no one touched him but Alex did clear his throat. "Well shall we lock him up in the back room while we finish hanging out? Take turns interrogating?"
Half tempted to hug Alex, Venile drew back as the party started again. These were vicious personalities all of them. They weren't evil but they were protective and were used to such reactions. The man would be spared if it was found out he had a reason, otherwise they'd manage to get him locked up in some happy padded walls community where no matter what he said he'd only condemn himself more.
After all, who believed in Were-wolves?