Kelly's Farewell

"…and we now pronounce you, Kelly Jones, guilty of attempted murder while in werewolf mode."

"But, you're highness—"

"Enough!" interrupted the judge. He, Kelly, and the entire mob of townspeople were gathered in the Park Plaza Lounge on a Friday evening. Between ping-pong tournaments, P90X, and Gavin's dance parties, they managed to find some time to hold a little trial. "We hereby banish you from the Provo area and give you a (college) life sentence at Utah State. You're semester will begin immediately."

An hour later, with her bags hastily packed and quick letters to her elementary students sent, Kelly was sitting on a cramped bus on her way to Logan. Despite the scenery and the slight smell of manure as she approached the school, she couldn't help but thinking bitterly, "It's all because I was in Stonebridge, isn't it. Hm! Well, they'll be sorry. Sorry indeed…"

Meanwhile, the townspeople were gathered having a random dance party. Kelly had been long gone, but they were jovially celebrating and discussing what wonderful things they can do, now that the werewolf threat has been diminished. It wasn't until almost midnight when the crowd started to depart. It was also then that someone noticed a small, shiny object on the ground.

"What's this?" he asked, holding it up.

"Probably some werewolf thingamajig or whatever she left behind…"

"…worthless piece of junk, knowing whose it was…

"…probably stolen anyway…"

"No, wait, it's pretty shiny. Hold on." He whipped out a magnet and started to hold the small item near it. 

"Uhh, do you always carry a mag—"

"Not now… look! It's not attracting at all! This little thing is 100% sterling silver!" he exclaimed.

"Uhh... yeah—"

"How in the world do you kno—"

"…don't see what's the point of …"

"Don't you guys get it?" he asked, "This is silver. A silver bullet! Werewolves are killed if they get shot by a silver bullet—"

"—don't we all?—"

"—So why in the world would Kelly carry this thing around, knowing it'd kill her?" he asked.

 "…cause werewolves are stup—"

"—Because she's not a werewolf!" he yelled to the crowd. Everyone went quiet and even the music randomly stopped.  "Kelly was the silversmith!"

As comprehension dawned them, they slowly turned and looked down the road Kelly left just a few hours earlier. They just banished one of their own but she was innocent. What's more (the crowd started to look around incriminatingly at each other) is that there are still three werewolves among them. And having one fewer on the good side just made them that much stronger….