You had the same mutation as your dad, Logan. You had claws and powers. However, that also came with the going feral part.

Logan had just gotten killed. You had no idea what to do. Wade, your mom's best friend, knew you would have trouble with this. You loved Logan more than anything.

You were in the woods having one of your 'spells' as you called it. Basically, you couldn't talk well, and you were slashing up trees with your claws. Then, you hear a familiar voice.

"Kiddo? Hey, anklebiter, where you at?"