Eddie closed and eyes and looked away when Sam took his revenge on his opponent. The sound echoed through his head several times reminding him who he really was working with, a remorseless werewolf hunter. He looked back when the noise left his head only to see Sam lined his gun with the unconscious werewolf’s head. He quickly grabbed the barrel of the gun forcing it away from the unconscious person. His grip was so tight that there was an audible crack to the metal casing of the gun. He looked Sam in the eye, his own glowing amber with emotions. 

“Whatever you may think of us werewolves but we are still people, people with family and loved ones,” Eddie's voice was quiet and pleading. He knew flighting the man would be pointless and leave both of them dead, so he can only hope Sam had some sympathy left in him. “So please. Just leave them.”

Eddie stayed stubborn, gripping the man’s gun and threatening to crush it into pieces. He was not going to back down from this, though time was ticking. He had no doubt the other rogues would have heard the gunshots by now. They would be on their way, so he needed to convince Sam quickly. “Killing them won’t bring your allies back. It will only cause you to spiral. You were willing to work with me, so I know you have some…[i]humanity[/i] left in you.”