When judgment comes for the Boltons and Freys and Lannisters, those that commit treachery and call it justice, it does not come from an avenging son. A bastard with a shining sword never seeks those that killed his family, a young boy raised with a black wolf never returns to hunt.

Instead a beautiful girl with haunted eyes and a coy smile slips poison into her captor's wine; a faceless wolf remembers her pack and returns. Wolf dreams guide them till they meet once more, old blood on their hands and death stained into their souls. They want to see how sweet vengeance tastes.

Lords die looking into the blue eyes of a woman turned wolf, soldiers scream as they are cut by the steel teeth of a girl married to death. The Dreadfort burns and the Twins have the blood of the Freys sunk into its stones when the she-wolves reach King's Landing.