He would most definitely have to speak to Tet about this. If there was truly a truce between Tet and Frost (something he didn't quite understand why the two were fighting anyway), both packs deserved to know. Perhaps Tetradore hadn't said anything because he knew it would NOT go over well with Raven. Who knew? But the point was still the same: they deserved to know who they should be fighting and who they should be conversing with. He didn't say anything else on the matter. Malia wouldn't be able to answer his questions anyway. It was best he speak to Tetradore about the issue.

Henry focused instead on his steak, cutting it into small cubes before slowly popping each piece into his mouth and chewing thoroughly. He took a moment to pause, to ask her why she never bothered to ask him what he had done. Tetradore had asked, though he supposed he had a right to. Malia had every opportunity to ask, but never once had she asked him what he had done. She just accepted his mood swings, his need for a good fuck, and his friendship. It was confusing to him.

He waited to hear her answer, eager as to why she had never asked. He was curious, really. When she finally did speak, he listened thoughtfully. He could not deny that she was right, that it was eating him up inside. It tore him to pieces to know that he had mutilated his boyfriend in such a way...that he had nearly killed the one person that he cared for more than anyone else in this world.

He sighed as he put down his utensils, his appetite no longer really there. He leaned back against the back of the booth as he thought about just how he would explain himself. "I'm afraid I still don't have a happy ending..." He knew that was not a good enough answer, he just wasn't sure how to open up that conversation.

He looked around the restaurant, still excited to see that they were the only ones in this corner of the dining room. He sighed. "When I was turned were...I was in denial. You tried to tell me...but I didn't listen. Sterling tried to tell me when I shifted and jumped off my balcony...but I didn't listen." He paused, his eyes shifting downward. He was ashamed of what had happened, but Malia deserved to know. "What you don't know about Sterling and I is that we both had a bough of amnesia for some reason. We've been lovers for years...but somehow our memories were stripped from us. We lived life separately until we met each other and fell in love all over again." Truth be told, their love story was probably the most romantic thing anyone had heard in a long time. It was something straight out of a romance novel. "We eventually got our memories back, remembering our lives together from before we moved to Sacrosanct." The happy memories flooded his head and he couldn't help but smile as he reflected on the good times.

Slowly, reality came back over him and his smile went away. He took a sip of his wine, gulping down far more than he probably should have in one gulp. But he needed some liquid encouragement. "It was our anniversary and I wanted our first time to make love since we moved to Sacrosanct to be something special. After all, we had overcome a lot and still found one another..." He paused a moment, gathering his thoughts. "I took him on a private yacht on a full moon, in complete denial about what I am. And as we were making love, I shifted. I can't control myself when I shift. My panther was scared and it fought back...it fought the one person that I care for more than anything." He could feel a tear gather at the corner of his eye, threatening to fall. He blinked, trying to wipe it away. Instead, it slowly began to meander down his cheek. "I don't remember anything when I shift...so when I woke up...all I saw was blood everywhere. Sterling was locked in the bathroom, bleeding out." He felt his voice quivering as he threatened to come unglued. "I thought I had killed him. I called an ambulance to take him to the hospital. That's when I went to Tetradore...to learn how to control myself. When I finally went to the hospital to see him, I was told he wasn't there. I thought he had died." That was when he had lost himself with Malia in his grief. He had truly thought his lover was dead.

He sighed as he took a sip of his wine, trying to gain some more liquid encouragement. "Several months went by and I went back to our apartment to collect my things. He's alive...I would have come back sooner if I had known." He picked up his napkin as he dabbed at the tears in his eyes. "I tried to say I was sorry...that I loved him more than anything and I was seeking help. He welcomed me with open arms, never once blaming me for what happened despite how much I still blame myself. But when I tried to make love to him, his scars reminded me what I had done and I lost my desire." To admit that he had lost a stiffy was hard for him to do. Henry had always been a proud man who relished in his abilities. But in that moment, he had lost everything. "Whenever I see his scars, I can't help but think of what I did to him." Even now Henry and Sterling hadn't been able to make love and it killed Henry. It killed him to know that he was the reason this all had happened. "I don't know if I can ever forgive myself for what I did to him." And there it was...the truth that was so hard for him to admit.