“You’re not wrong, there are no nice werewolves. There are those who resign to live in their own world and there are those who want to rule the world,” Eddie mutter. His hands weren’t clean, probably more stained with blood than those who were hunting them, but he refrained from mentioning that. The stranger didn’t need another reason to not trust him. Not saying anything else, Eddie walked over to the pile of clothes that were neatly folded on the nightstand. Without hesitation, he dropped his towel and began to get dressed. He didn’t care that the stranger saw everything he had to offer now that their lives are at risk. 

As he got dressed he couldn’t help but be concerned at the other man’s distress. “I wouldn’t get your hopes up. Rogues don’t take prisoner,” Eddie mumbled as if he knew from personal experience. Though he couldn’t believe this man brought 3 separate teams to hunt down one werewolf. This made him rather glad they didn’t clash because the last thing he wanted was to kill humans. 

“Excuse me? Furball?” Eddie swung around glared at the man only to see him holding a gun which he presumed was loaded with silver. Grumbling something incoherent, Eddie turned away and put on the rest of his clothes. When the man asked about a plan, Eddie stopped and thought about it. He didn’t have a plan other than surviving the night to see his daughters again. He couldn't live with the thought of leaving them alone. 

Lost in through, he didn’t hear the footsteps getting closer or the knock on the door before it was too late. Several shots were fired. Pain shot through his arm as he dove to the side. “Fucking,” Eddie growled as his side hit the ground. He clutched the bullet shot on his upper arm, holding in several more curses. With quick haste, Eddie dug into his arm and pulled out the bullet that burned like fire. He quickly threw it to the side before letting out a sigh of relief. The silver left a stinging sensation inside his wound and on his fingers. He did not miss the feeling of silver. 

Eddie didn’t hover for long before jumping to his feet. He looked over at the door to see a dead body on the ground, bright red blood already pooling on the carpet. “Guess it’s too late to talk,” Eddie mused as he ripped a portion of the sheets to use as a bandage. He bit down on his teeth as he tried the makeshift bandage around his wound. That silver was prohibiting any of his natural healing which meant he had to endure the pain for a while, a long while. 

“Okay, you asked about a plan. If we get to the third floor then I have an idea,’ Eddie said but not giving any more information on it. If he did, he was 100% sure the man would refuse. Hell, he could probably refuse. “Do you trust me?"