Eddie stared wide eyes at the stranger when he said he was looking for werewolves. His suspicions were true. There are people out there that are aware of his kind, and he can only assume they are hunting him. Could the stranger be part of the government? Unlikely as they wouldn’t risk fighting a war with people who can be anywhere, be anyone. Maybe a rebellious group of mythical? No, this man was one hundred percent human. So what could it be? Eddie’s eyes narrowed at the man as he tried to think of his next words.

“Werewolves? Like the movies? You cannot be serious,” Eddie said, playing the ignorant human role to see if he can get anything else from the human. He was about to continue when the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. He quickly spun around and stared at the door. There was a horrible stench in the air, and his instincts are telling him that there is danger. 

He knew this feeling well, there were rogues in the building and they are not far away. The same floor maybe, but definitely close. There also seem to be more than one by the intensity of their scent. What are they doing here? Rogues are the reject of werewolf kind usually for committing some crime. This made them undesirable for packs, organized groups of werewolves, and thus are outcasts. Most of them hold a grudge or resentment for being rejected and often hunt any wolves they can find. But why are they here? He usually didn’t have problems with rogues since he wasn’t part of a pack. Could they be here for the stranger?

Eddie turned and looked back at the man before mumbling, "Fuking.” He can tell there was murderous intent in the air. This is going to be a long night, 

“Fine, you win stranger. Yes, I am a werewolf," Eddie said against his better judgment, "Now listen. There are more werewolves in the building and they are not the nice ones. I can only assume they are hunting you. So unless you don't want to die, I suggest we work together."