They gathered with vengeance in their hearts, intent on locating at least one of the predators in their midst before the wolves took another innocent. Despite their efforts, no further proof of anyone's guilt emerged, and so it was on conscience that the villagers hunted. By the end of the third day, only one person spoke with any surety, so it was on their word that the rest of the town dragged forward Khalil Ghannam. They nursed their frozen limbs but dared not take their eyes off the freshly lynched body, waiting for the promised change.
One minute ... two minutes ... Khalil's form was limp and pitiful beneath the rope, and some crossed their hearts and resigned themselves to another sleepless night of prayers and guilt, and yet ... Khalil was starting to look a little ... hairier. In horrified fascination, the village observed as the body morphed hideously, changing the handsome, swarthy-skinned gentleman into a repulsive and fearsome figure. No one even thought to cheer until the Werewolf ceased its post-death transformation. Then the roar went up, a collective bellow of triumph from the preyed-upon settlers of the dismal little town.
"Is it done?" sobbed a mother in relief, rocking her child shamelessly in front of the gruesome display.
"No," replied the parson calmly, even though many looked bereft at his words. "The watchmen reported the tracks of two figures leading away from Madeline Walden. We had two of the supernatural beasts, and one now remains. Tomorrow, we will gather and consider the evidence left behind by the cursed Khalil Ghannam." A few shuddered at the werewolf's name. "Only then will our village be safe. Our guardian is gone- protect your home this evening. One more traitor hunts in our midst."
</FONT>IT IS NIGHT
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<FONT font="Times New Roman">The screams woke the villagers before the cold did. Mrs Baird knelt at the doorstep of her home, sobbing uncontrollably over the prone form of Peyton. It seemed that the remaining werewolf had taken its revenge swiftly after the previous night's reprieve, this time killing a young women just barely into her teens. The midwives were called to comfort her mother as their Guardian had been lost on the first night of terror, and they led her away, still weeping, while the parson, the mortician, the two watchmen and those of strong stomachs gathered to clean up the mess.
"How fierce this wolf was," commented an onlooker grimly over the corpse of Peyton Baird. "She was only a child; what could she have possibly done to induce such ire?"
"We did kill their partner yesterday," pointed out a watchman mildly. He seemed to be getting desensitized to the brutality.
"But surely the wolf is human during the day! Peyton was so sweet, Mrs Baird so proud ... She always had a joke for me, our little Jester," mourned the mortician. This death had hit him hard. "This cannot go on unpunished."
"We are trying," replied the parson, rubbing his greying hairline. "And we are closer than ever. Let us all gather again in the square at noon. We are closer than ever before to ending the reign of the wolf. We shall prevail, as good always will over evil."
IT IS DAY
Discussions and voting to lynch suspects begins now. Please vote clearly, e.g. "I vote to lynch X," or "I change my vote to Y."
I really don't have any suspicion as to who the other wolves are but I'm going to take a guess and vote to lynch Bren Bartlowe.
I'm clueless of who to vote for now, so I'm going to withhold until someone gives information
) events to realise that you have actually posted every round, Lauren. If you have, I'm sorry for not noticing 
