He hadn't known there was a wolf and a flash of guilt ripples through him at Terry's words, unfounded though it may be. He can understand why she might not have wanted to tell him, not after he had revealed to her what he is, but he wishes he'd known. He might have found a better, gentler way to tell her.

Shaking his head, Luke steps closer, though he keeps a bit of distance between them. If she wants, she can step away, make it clear she doesn't want to be touched, but as he had when he'd seen Magnus and Rapunzel, he just wants to hug her, find some way to make it better.

"I'm sorry," he says. "They kept me in silver." When they weren't forcing him to fight.