Sansa Stark never wanted the iron throne, such a thing was for tyrants and fools. She may have been a fool once, but after Jeffery all her fantasies of the world died and she grew up. She survived where others fell and learned the secrets and skills needed to take back Winterfell. Once she returned to her ruined home the North once again had a Stark to follow and one by one the lords swore under her banner. It was difficult and brutal to bring the North back together but Sansa burned with such a fierce desire to see her home whole that she did everything that was necessary to put the pieces back together. She learned how to use a sword, how to lead her men into battle, and how to kill.
Little by little, with each great victory Sansa's heart grew darker and colder. The echos of her time with the Lannisters showed her that love outside family is nothing more then an illusion and liars and traitors are everywhere and as such Sansa did not make the same mistakes as her brothers. She was bloodthirsty, a wolf among sheep, eating those who would seek to destroy her. It wasn't long before Winterfell was back to it's former glory.
Sansa then turned her efforts into finding her only sibling that she knew was live, Arya. But in the end she got more then just her younger sister, she got Bran and Rickon too. Winterfell finally felt like home with the voices of her siblings and the clicking of direwolf claws on cold stone. Sansa couldn't help but be envious of her younger siblings as they still had their direwolf guardians to protect them. Lady was dead, but perhaps not as dead as Sansa thought, for when Sansa made a kill her eyes would turn gold from glee, and when she was angry a snarl would slip past her lips. On full moon nights Sansa's body would creek and crack as if trying to change shape and she found herself craving meat more often then she did before. Bran would try to talk to Sansa about this but she pushed such things aside as nothing more then stress, or womanly pains. Sansa did not have time to listen to the stories of Wargs and magic, about greenseers or children of the forest, or the wolf that was slowly growing inside.
Winter is coming.
And she needs to prepare.
But as all things nothing ever goes according to plan. Dragons crossed the sea and Westeros was thrown into chaos. War is thrust upon house Stark and Sansa finds herself going to wall to find support. There she finds Wildlings and Ghost. The direwolf stays by her side as she brings the Wildling reinforcements back to Winterfell, flanking an invading house who thought taking over Winterfell would increase their chances against the Mother or Dragons. With each kill House Stark grows in power, and Sansa loses a bit more of her humanity. Her eyes are always gold now, and her fangs are longer then other humans. Her hair has grown darker, now red like blood, and her fingernails are curved and thick, resembling claws. Arya approves, Bran is worried, and Rickon knows no better.
Weeks pass and King's Landing is taken over and Sansa hears the rumors of how the Mother of Dragons now sits on the iron throne. Sansa knows that it won't take long for the Targaryen to turn her attention to the North, to Winterfell. The thought alone makes Sansa snarl, the hairs on the back of her neck prickle up. The Targaryen girl could try. But she'd have to pry Winterfell from Sansa's cold, dead hands.
Part of my small tribute to the Sansa/Daenerys ship. Since I love it and don't see any of it around. Thoughts on the possibility of 'werewolf' Sansa in later chapters? Rating may change.