Rafiki stumbled into the light, tossing a bottle to the side, and squared his shoulders as best he could. The dark circles under his eyes told the story of his grief, yet still she danced around the nooks and crannies of the house. Her memory was everywhere. He knew he had to speak up. To talk of the night she was murdered, but he could barely say her name without a bottle of whiskey in him, so he mustered his liquid courage, and descended the porch stairs of the once happy home.
"F-forgive me..." Rafiki cleared his throat with difficulty, it having been a while since he had spoken a word to anyone. "Forgive me for being so absent, as we are all mourning our losses, and mine is no more than any of yours." He paused and looked to the new sheriff. "Cera was making tea, she was just-," he faltered a bit, chin shaking slightly, but pushed on:
"She asked me to harvest some dandilions...that was all. She said that we had a guest, but I did not see Queenie before I found them both...I..." A deep breath overtook him and he attempted to avoid the memory of his beloveds cold, blue lips..."I got the flowers...I got the best of them, just for her...it was dark, I know, but I was so close...just at the edge of the prairie, not 300 feet away. I came back to show her the flowers I had picked so that she could glaze them and make the beautiful salad she loved to make our guests so much. But when I returned...she...my Lilly..." He dropped his head, defeated. "I heard or saw nothing of who attacked my lover, but I assure you, it was not by my own hand that either of the ladies died. I am just now wondering...Perhaps Queenie murdered my wife, and a werewolf finished off the vile wretch before I could get my hands around her throat." He clenched his fists, "I am not the one who killed her, but if she was indeed the one who ended my heartmates life I would have her brought back from the dead, so that I might do it properly, myself!"
He slumped down on a bench his grief too heavy to continue. "I vote to lynch BAMF." He tossed out the random vote, not caring anymore if the wolves came for him. He would be ready for his fate. To be back in the loving arms of his Cera...they would have been married that month had she not....