"What have I done?" Carlisle thought as he watched the young werewolf drop to her knees, "What have I done?"
I couldn't stand up. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't be alive. How was I still alive? Was it possible. I could barely think.
"No. Wanda. Wanda!" Who was that calling for her? Could that be me? It must be me. My throat hurt – not as much as my heart and soul but still, it hurt.
Hours later, I was regaining a little of my senses. I stood, unaware of my actions,
"What have you DONE!??!" I screamed. I launched at the traitor – the leech. He was supposed to give me my happy ending. My perfect time but he gave me hell. I could never live again. Not without my Wanda. My phase was instinctive, I had no idea I had done it. I can't remember after that.
When I awoke I was still in my wolverine form. The pain was still present but there was another agony. A fire in my veins. Venom. I was dying. Literally.
"Wanda, I'm joining you baby." I died with that thought in my head, I would see my Wanda again. Very soon. I would smell her individual scent. I would taste her perfect skin. I would join with her forever.