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"Is there anything I can do to change your mind?" Sansa asked as I adjusted the saddle of my horse. I sighed and turned towards my younger sister, Sansa Stark. She was quite upset that I wasn't riding in the carriage with her and Uncle Petyr all way to Winterfell. "Unfortunately no, dear sister. My children need a proper hunt with their mother, and I have been separated from them for far too long." Sansa nodded slowly with a small smile gracing her thin lips. She handed me my sword that I had named 'Stronghold' and strapped it around my waist. I looked back Sansa and she gave me a worried look. I smile sweetly towards her as I cupped her face and gave her a kiss on the forehead. "I will be fine Sansa, and so will you. You have the mighty Brienne and our Uncle Petyr to keep you safe."

There was suddenly a loud howl coming from the forest outside the Inn we were currently staying at. Sansa's and my own head snapped in the direction of the howl and I smirked. "That's River, and I fear she's growing impatient." I mounted my horse and looked back down at my beautiful younger sister. "I need to go now Sansa. I will meet you at Winterfell and remember, when Sand gives birth to her pups… I know this pup won't be Lady but it will protect you and put my mind at ease to know that one of my children is watching you." Another howl, louder than before rippled through the forest and I giggled knowing it was Hill now howling in impatience. I gave Sansa one last glance before I headed into the forest with my children, my pack of Direwolves.

I set up camp in the middle of the forest as I heard my children hunting close by. Hearing their snarls as the rip away the flesh of their pray always made me feel calm. I poked at the fire for a while I fiddled with my necklace.

My necklace is something I hold extremely dear, because if it wasn't for this necklace, I would've never known I was a Stark in the first place. The pendant was flat and circular and had my family's sigil of the Direwolf stamped on it. However on the opposite side of the pendant there was the sigil of House Targaryen, the three-headed dragon. The necklace originally never had the symbol for the house of the dragons, even when it was given to me on the day of my birth with the Direwolf shining proudly around my neck. However the sigil was initially put on the as an insult to both my family and myself.

I let out long sigh. It's been a long time since I've even thought about life before living in Winterfell. You see, I was not raised in my home and had no knowledge of my birthright – no - I was taken from my crib only a week after my birth. I don't remember the names of these men, but I remembered their faces down to any type of dimple or freckle on their face. These people were enemies of the Starks for centuries, but weren't officially declared traitors until I had returned home and revealed that they were the ones who stole me from my crib.

I wasn't treated as a lady under their care- If you would call it care- but as a servant girl who was constantly belittled and abused. I had experienced so much pain there… they beat me for amusement and they constantly threatened to take away my virtue. I was so sad and alone that I had contemplated whether or not I should take my own life. It wasn't until a Septa, Septa Morgana, who had previously worked under House Stark, recognized my strong Stark features and told me of my true identity and origins. Septa Morgana further proved herself to me as she, unknowingly to my enemy of course, had them confess my birthright and identified me as the lost Stark. They even had proof through the one-of-a-kind Direwolf necklace. They said that they had stamped the Targaryen sigil on the pendant as an insult to my house and were planning to get rid of the Direwolf sigil completely and show me off as a Targaryen lover. They would then present me to King Robert himself and I would be executed as a traitor to my king, and all of Westeros. That night, whilst everyone slept, Septa Morgana reclaimed my necklace and helped me escape that night. Our goal from that day on, was to get to Winterfell and claim my right as the eldest Stark child.

The farther we wandered north, the more dangerous the environment became. There was a bounty on my head along with Septa Morgana, and it wasn't long until someone caught up with us. Through the flurry of arrows and the clanging of swords, I was able to escape only by the Septa sacrificing herself for me. I still remember her last words to me, "Be the great wolf you were always meant to be." And then an arrow was shot through her heart. When I had finally escaped, I wept so hard. I missed the beloved Septa so much. She was the first person in years to show me, not only kindness, but what my purpose for living was.

Every day I moved continuously to reach Winterfell wracked with guilt of the Septa's death. She was my only friend and I had lost her. One day I was about to give up, not caring what would become of me, something magical happened. There was a corpse of a fully grown female Direwolf lying on the muddy ground. The sight of the beast itself was incredible, but what was more incredible was hearing the light whimpering from the inner part of Direwolf. There were seven Direwolf pups huddled up to their dead mother. I couldn't help myself, they were all so beautiful! So I took them with me. On the long road to Winterfell, I taught the pups how to behave and gave them commands and established a worthy relationship with these wondrous creatures. When I named them, I decided to give them the bastard names of different areas of Westeros. The all grey Direwolf with patches of black on his fur and loved to rip the heads off of his prey was Stone, the Direwolf with light colored sandy fur and she was also a mischievous type was Sand, the Direwolf that was all chocolate brown fur and always stood proudly and bravely in his pack was Pyke, the male Direwolf that had the mix of light and dark brown with two different colored eyes- one blue and the other green- and he was the strong force that nobody wanted to fight was Storm, the Direwolf with bright blue eyes and all black fur and she had the fiercest nose and ears in all the Seven Kingdoms was River, the Direwolf with grey and white fur was my big mature boy Hill, and the last Direwolf was the alpha of my pack, Snow who had all white fur and blood red eyes. Whenever I wasn't around, he was the ultimate leader of the pack because he knew how to lead my children and himself. Now that I had my Direwolves at my side, I felt my confidence rise again. They had also grown quickly in size and ferocity by the time I was near Winterfell and they had not only become my friends and allies but they had become my children, and my most trusted protectors.

My children weren't the only thing I gained on my journey, because I had learned to wield a sword. I didn't wield it the way I do now because compared to my skills now, my old fighting style seemed barbaric, however it did get the job done in the situation I was placed in.

When I had finally reached my home I wasn't welcomed with open arms but with suspicion. I had expected this even though deep down I hoped it would've gone differently. The guards had asked me who I was when I approached the gates of Winterfell alone, but I only smirked as my children appeared next to me one by one. I looked at them dead in the eyes and pronounced, "I am Alessa Stark, eldest daughter of Lord Eddard Stark and Lady Catelyn Stark first of my name and I have come home!" Everything fell into place after that. I looked like a replica of my Aunt Lyanna so my father knew what I had said was true, and the necklace was all the evidence my mother needed before she brought me into a tight hug. I had told them of my tormentor's plan and used the back of my pendant as evidence for their traitorous deeds. They were executed within the week. Although these traitorous bastards took a part of my life away, they were executed formally by my father, Ned Stark. Even though I knew in my heart that a formal execution would be more proper, I still was quite disappointed that my children weren't allowed to rip each of those traitorous bastards apart piece by piece.

I got along with my siblings well, but not as much as Sansa and my father's bastard Jon. To me he was no bastard he was a Stark like every one of us. I would often tell him this even though he kept telling me to not repeat myself in front of my mother. We automatically drifted towards one another since we were both outsiders and were inseparable, but not so much as Sansa and me. I adored Sansa and she adored me. We would often knit together as Septa Mordane would watch over us. We would always talk about many girly things but also important things like marriage or northern politics- although that was very rare.

Life was bliss until King Robert Baratheon came to our doorstep. I had gone to Kings Landing with my father and sisters and wept knowing Jon was going to The Wall with Uncle Benjen to take part in the Night's Watch. I even had to leave my children behind in the north to wander the forest without me and to make things worse, nothing had gone as plan once we arrived in the south. I was able to coerce, lie and talk sweetly out of many situations both for the safety of myself and for the safety of Sansa who, as time passed on, had become my only known living family member.

Relief had finally come for us when Lord Petyr Baelish was able to get Sansa and me out of Kings Landing and up to the Veil with our Aunt Lysa. Sansa and I were finally safe from all the harm that was done to us in the south and to top it all off, my children followed us to the Veil and have returned to me bigger and stronger than they were before.

I knew why we were going back to Winterfell, I was going to marry Roose Bolton's son Ramsay. Uncle Petyr had already talked it over with me and even though I knew I was nothing more than a chess piece to him at times, both he and I knew that if anything were to happen to me or Sansa when we returned home, then I would take care of it or he would take care of it. I didn't trust him fully but I know he knows how strong I am.

It was then that I heard the ruffling of leaves next to me and looked beside me to see Snow, my Direwolf that had all white fur and bright red eyes. I smiled as he leaned his head down on my lap. I kissed him on top of the head and began to pet his fur. I saw the others come around me creating a large warm pile around me. I giggle as I cuddled up with them and drifted quietly off to sleep.

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