He could feel hot tears spilling out and rolling down his cheeks. "I'm so sorry Tate," he couldn't stop his lips from shaking as he reached over and brushed some hair out of her face. "I never meant to hurt anyone," his stomach turned.
He had done this to her, he had nearly killed her. It was a miracle she had survived at all. "I can't blame you if you never want to see me again after I tell you what I'm about to tell you."
"It's..." he looked her in the eyes. "It's all my fault. I... I did this to you and it's gonna effect you for the rest of your life. Tate... when Felix died, it was because of a werewolf and it bit and scratched me and my dad too," he swallowed hard. "And now I'm a monster and I did the same thing to you last night."