The night has not started; nay, it is barely noon. There is a ghost floating around and poking people, who should really stop that.
The townspeople are starting to turn on PeggleFrank. But before any decision comes to kill him, he keels over, dead, right in the middle of the discussion. There seems to be no reason for his death. You decide that it must have been the result of some otherworldly force. Perhaps a wish granted by a demon.
PeggleFrank was found to be werewolf, as in death his fangs were seen quite clearly. But he was not the last. One wolf, with a disguise so perfect not even he knew his nature, will need to be purged.
Day continues.