[Eönwë]

The wolves finally reached the house of the mayor. But instead of having to open the door, he met them in front of his door.

"Yes, I know you are here to kill me," he said.

"That is our purpose, yes." The wolves were indistinguishable by now.

"But let me tell you what happened. I will tell you the truth about two weeks ago."

The wolves nodded in consent.

"When I hunted him down, before I killed the Great Wolf, while we were fighting, he bit me. I ignored it at first, ignored the searing pain and the desire to do evil. I have managed to keep control, but I have been afflicted in the same way you have. However, having killed him myself, all his remaining power transferred to me, so that if I were to transform forever, I would be the next Great Wolf."

The Werewolves looked at him in disbelief.

"Yes. Each night I got the urge to transform, to be become the beast of the night, but I resisted on all but one occasion. I can transform at will."

And with that he stood up straight. His outline was highlighted by the moon, and his face was pointed at the stars.

Fur streaked across his body, and he grew taller and taller. His nose elongated and joined with his mouth, his ears moved up and expanded. After a few moments, he was a wolf. "It hurts me just as much as it does you. More in fact, probably."

He stood, towering above them, like a Numenorean in their days of glory to a stocky Breelander. His fur was black as jet, and sleek. He was no mere wolf. He was no mere werewolf. He was the Great Wolf. He roared.

The other wolves ran at him. Though they attacked viciously with their claws and teeth, few scars were left behind. In the end, they all lay at his feet, dead. And after a while, they turned back into their uncorrupted human forms in their death. Eönwë did the same. He mourned all those dead, all those he had ever known. He buried the bodies of Nilpaurion, Brinniel and Greenie.

Then he turned his face up at the moon and howled. his body rippled and changed, and became that of a wolf. He looked just like a normal wolf, but for his great size and shocking colour.

He ran as a wolf for many days and nights, until he got as far west as he could. There, where the sea met the land, he cast himself off the cliffs and into the water.

And so the reign of the wolves was over.


The Game has ended.

Wolves win.

You may now start post-game discussion.