How about a good ol' false flag?
Create a small host with a few men of the village (no more than 10 at most), as to "bless" the surroundings - possibly hindering the beast by making it more difficult to approach the village, or even driving it out altogether! As if. Instead, it is a trap - prepared for one night? - where the wolf will be able to easily assault several of the men, and drag them into the undergrowth. You will "stay back", as to confront the beast, and emerge bloodied, but unsuccessful.
After this event, we will gather the villagers, and try to drive out "the taint" with "prayer".
You manage to convince ten men to join you on an expedition into the woods. They march forth bearing torches burning a foul-smelling incense, allegedly to purify their surroundings, whilst in fact it merely makes them dizzy. You carve a few 'sacred symbols' (demonic runes) into the trees, before finally arriving in a small clearing surrounded by bushes. You tell the men to sit in a circle and chant prayers to the gods, whilst you reach out with your mind to summon the brutewolf.
Its presence is announced by the rustling of the bushes, which in their chanting the men do not hear or notice. All at once it springs forth, catching the -dazed, unsuspecting- villagers by surprise. It rips into one before they have a chance to react, then leaps onto the chest of a second, tearing out his throat. Blood fountains through the moonlit night, whilst the men grab what weapons they can find. One manages to swing a torch at the beast's flank, inconveniencing it, though causing only minor burns.
You silently command the brutewolf to drag one of the men away, whilst you loudly proclaim that you shall face the beast alone! The men need little encouragement, and quickly abscond, though not before one of them gets dragged off by the brutewolf. You strike a menacing pose at the bushes, waiting for the sounds of retreat to fade into the distance.
You signal for your minion to return with its prize. The man, kicking and screaming, is dragged back into the clearing. Upon seeing you, he calls out for help. You casually saunter over to him.
"Help me!", he repeats, "Why won't you help me?"
You grin widely- impossibly widely- at him, and confusion overwhelms fear in his mind.
"What- why- what's going on?", he splutters.
You slowly remove your disguise, eyes glowing ever brighter till they burst into flame, horns growing slowly out of your head, your body becoming gradually indistinct and hazy, whilst the life seems to drain from your limbs until they are an emaciated grey. Fear- nay, terror- once again takes precedent, any questions of how or why replaced with a primal dread. He shouts in terror as you reach towards his eyes with bony fingers, and you drink deeply of his suffering, before stabbing a finger into each eye (screams of pain), hooking them (further screams), and yanking them out.
You nonchalantly swallow your prize as your victim lies screaming in agony before you. Then you reach down again, and through his empty sockets, draw both life and soul from his body, savouring the taste as his drained corpse crumbles to dust.
You finish your night by eating the two corpses left behind by the brutewolf. Though their souls are departed, their flesh nourishes your body, and you feel somewhat rejuvenated. Ready, perhaps, to
-Do something Evil
Name: Nokluvgn
Physical might: 8 (+2: Omnomnomnom)
Mental might: 8 (+1: Omnomsoulnomnom)(+1: Terror)
Followers: 0
Slaves: 0
Servants: 1 - One brutewolf.