A heavy, dead silence descended. In its grip, no one dared to so much as twitch.The werewolf students in the stands huddled together fearfully, their terror so complete it had even robbed them of the instinct to flee."Not talking, huh?" Uncle Neil grinned, baring a row of stark white teeth.He yanked the starter cord of his chainsaw, and the deafening roar of the motor tore through the silence like a demon's howl.He strode over to where Bart was kneeling. Then, as if hoisting a dead chicken, he clamped a single hand around Bart's throat and lifted the 200-pound brute clear off the ground."It was you, wasn't it?" Uncle stared at the tattered scrap of fabric still clutched in Bart's hand. "Did you tear off Mindy's clothes with this hand?"Bart began to whimper. His eyes rolled back, and his legs kicked frantically. But against the overwhelming power of an Alpha, he was utterly helpless.Without another word, Uncle Neil crushed Bart's wrist with his bare hand. The sound of bone
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