[Eönwë]

And then, chaos erupted. People started screaming, running to their homes or trying to run away into the wilderness. Fear of the wolves spread like the Black Breath.

Realising that with their kill that night, they would equal the villagers' numbers, they forgot about pretence that night, and transformed in full view of the villagers.

Nilpaurion, Brinniel and Greenie stood together, and in the shadows of the night, they transformed. They let out howls of anguish, and finally finished in the forms of terrible power and cunning.

"Still hurt?" asked Niplaurion.

Greenie nodded.

"Always does," said Brinniel.

They decided on killing the remaining villagers one by one, in alphabetical order.

Each villager, running away from the source of the trouble, hear a snarl behind them, only to turn around and stare death in the face, before succumbing to it.

And soon, other than the wolves, all were dead apart from McCaber and the mayor.

And so they went to the Guarded house of McCaber.

The guards went up to the doors.

"Who eez it?" asked one of the guards.

"We are the wolves. I think you'll remember us from six nights ago."

"Um.. no."

The wolf, most likely Nilp, looked sidelong at his fellows. "Anyway, we are looking for the ranger. Would you like to join us?"

"No, we've already got one, you see?" said the guard

"Are you sure?" asked the wolf.

"Yes, he's very nice," said the guard.

"Can we see him?"

"Of course not! You are wolvish types."

"Well, what are you then?"

"We're Guards of course. Why else would we be wearing this outrageous costume?"

"Good point," said a wolf, who seemed to resemble Greenie.

"Shh!" The wolf who was doing the speaking looked meaningfully at the one who had just spoken. "Now show us the ranger or we will have to get in by force!"

"You don't frighten us, Wolvish pig-dogs! Go and boil your bottom, sons of a silly person. I blow my nose at you, and all your silly werrrrrewolves!"

"Now, wait a..." started the wolf.

"I don't wanna talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper! I fart in your general direction! You mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!" shouted the guard.

"Can we talk to the other guard?" asked Nilpaurion.

"No- Now go away or I shall taunt you a second time!"

"Why can't we talk to the guard?"

"Oh... well, he lost half of his tongue in training."

"Oh" said the possible Nilp.

"Oh, I've had enough of this!" shouted the wolf who looked most like Brinniel.

She charged for the Guard. They had planned the attack beforehand, and now they were ready. They encircled him. In a flash that was barely visible to the human eye, one wolf bit down into the Guard's neck, while the other two stopped him escaping.

The other guard came to attempt to rescue his comrade, but it seemed that his halberd was now ineffective against the hide of the wolves. It seemed that their power was too great to be stopped by even the Night Guards.

Both they slew, with great enthusiasm, relishing the carnage.

They went inside, and there met McCaber.

He was asleep in his bed, but as they entered the chamber, he rose, sword in hand. One of the wolves broke it, but with the final piece attached to the hilt he inflicted a nasty cut to one of the wolves before he died.

Now the wolves had only one target left, and it was Eönwë, the mayor.