Rember to read the whole Wolfblood series.
1. A Lanister always pays his deds.
2. Becomming the wolf.
3. Wolfborn
—Sansa—
I didn't believe, I simply can't trust my own eyes. I see her in the Godswood.
I freeze.
To be fair, I hardly ever think of her anymore.
She had been a part of my childhood that was long past. She had been a time of fond memories of play and safety, but also of childis hate. She was family.
I try to keep to the present, not to the future. I know what can happen to those that live in the past. They get stuck and getting stuck is the same as getting killed. I try not to indulge myself to in thinking back. But when I do, I only to it here, only in the Godswood. Where the gods keep the enemy away.
She stood as a ghost from my past. The day i lost her i had forced to become an adult even if i hadn't flowered then.
I have been married three times since and had two children of my own. I run a home, a Castle and a country. I have long since become a woman.
Yet a part of that girl must remain or why would she be here? Why would my bittersweet sister visit me, if not to haunt me with the past?
"Mother?" I hear her voice ask. That voice sounds so much like like her. She must be the sister I lost in this winter. She looks like my Catelin. She looks like Jon, It's the nose, I think. They all share the same nose, and the dark Stark hair. But most of all she looks like Arya, the lost stark, that no one knows what happened to.
"Arya." I whisper, as I take a step forward. My strides carrey me fast, closer to her.
I stop when I see her more clearly. She is too young to be the same sister that I lost. But she looks exactly like her. It must be her, or some part of her.
Except.
Except the eyes, the eyes are wrong. To soft blue with to little gray in them.
They look like mine.
"Who are you?" Askes the girl with a snarl. I can't help but smile. It is the same snarl as I was use to. I look closer at her, she is guarded but curious.
I choke, I nearly stumpel over my words.
"Sansa." Then it occured to me that she is alone. A child in her age isn't supposed to be out alone. I look around for someone, but find non. Her mother must be close since she thought I was her.
"What is your name?"
"Snow." She is a bastard then. A fearsome thought hits me, maybe she is a child of Jon. Maybe that was why she has the Stark look.
"What House are you under?" I ask trying to smile.
"No House"
"You're surname, then."
"Wolfborn." she answers.
That is new. I had never heard of that surname before.
"Where are your parents?" Her mistrust shins out cleary. So much like Arya that I can't help but smile again.
I hear footsteps behind me. I turn and see a man, tall and broad.
He mustn't have noticed me as he come in our direction he calls out for the girl.
"Father someone's here!" She calls.
He looks in our direction and sees me and I know I have seen him somewhere before.
"Lady Stark." He addresses me. "Is there something we can assist you with?" He too, is guarded. His eyes flickers from me to the girl and go searching in between the trees. It's not hard to see the concern in his face, he notices me studying him and he goes back to looking at me. Not wanting me to see what his eyes was searching for.
Like he knows something. Like he has a secret.
"You can explain what you are doing here, in the Godswood."
"Praying." he says. I received his accent the moment he started talking, he is no nothener.
"You believe in the old gods, don't you southerners usually believe in the seven?"
"Once he did, but they never listen. No gods listen. The only god that answers every time you call has only one name, his name is Death." The girl says. What does she know of death?
"Who taught you that?" The man ask choked.
"Mother. She also says that he has many faces and comes for all."
"Who is your mother?" I ask curiously.
"She is my mother." The girl looks at me with disbelief, as if I am stupid.
"Who is the child's mother." I ask the man.
"My lady, surly we shouldn't be holding you up." He looks nevus. His eyes start flickering again. I turn and look in the direction of his eyes.
What I see is impossible. A pack of wolves. But as they come closer I see them for what they are. It is a pack of direwolf. Ghost is there beside a huge dark gray wolf, think I recognize it.
Behind them is three nearly grown direwolves. But what makes my heart think it is impossible is the smaller of all the direwolves. She is light gray, almost silver. She is soft and nice and well behaved. She is my Lady.
I start crying because I know she is dead. My father killed her instead of Nymeria. Suddenly my hate, my childish hate fills me.
"Lady" I croke the name. She turns to me, but she doesn't come running to me. There are something in her eyes I have never seen before. Anger, and as I take a step closer she growls at me. Lady newer growled at anyone, she was a well behaved, a Lady.
That isn't my Lady.
I look back at the man. He seems at peace, not scared as the massive beasts comes and surround us. Then I see it. They greet him and the girl like pack.
"Sansa!" that voice, Jon. "Sansa where are you!" there are other voices too. They must be looking for me. But why? I look at the wolves. They suddenly seem tense, all but Ghost he howls in greeting to Jon.
The girl calls mother, she looks scared and Lady, who is not Lady goes to her. Sniffs and looks to me as if I had harmed her.
"leave my pack alone." a voice in my head says, it is a cross between a human and a wolf's growl.
The other wolves look at the light gray one all at the same time as they heard it too.
"Sansa!" my name is called again. It is closer this time and I call back.
"Here!"
It doesn't take long before I hear a horse pounding the frozen path.
I look to the man. He doesn't try to run.
Jon jumps of the horse and looks me over worriedly.
"Are you okay? the Guards told me they apprehended and closed a pack of unknown direwolves in here."
"I'm okay."
The others from the search party came and gathered around us.
After making sure i was well he went to greet the white wolf standing shyly by the mans side.
It had been long since Ghost had been back here in winterfell. Mostly because Jon wasn't here as much as I would like. However that is the price of being married to a King with two Queens.
He looked from me to the man. Jon froze. I must have seen something he didn't like because his jaw tensed before he jumped the man uncontrolled so they were rolling on the forest floor like wrestling children.
"Jon stop this!" I was screaming. But he didn't hear me.
"Where is she!? Where is my Sister! Where is Arya?!"
Lady jumped ind and ripped Jon away from the man. she was growling at him, barking and snarling like a true savice thing.
"leave what is mine alone." the voice in my head was back, the cross between a human and a wolf, more human this time, more recognizable.
I was speechless
"Arya?" Jon whispered as if picked from my mind. He must have heard it too.
— Jon—
We are free. Running alongside each other. Me and Ghost run on the same paws, Grey Wind flyers ahead of us with Robb. Shaggydog and Rickon runs just ahead with Summer and Bran. Lady and Nymeria here, too. We feel our sisters, one on each side. Sansa and Arya, both with there wolf.
As a pack we are free. We are happy. But it doesn't last.
We are alone, we rome the land for pac, but find non. Lady, Gray Wind, Shaggydog and Summer are all gone. They are dead. And Nymeria is like me, only she just half a sister. She walks wild, alone No One comes to share her nights.
He feel her distently. As I feel Sansa when I am home north.
Summer is still half here, but he, my parws, know that it isn't really Summer but only a fragment of the boy that once borrowed his skin, he flies on raven wings now as he watches.
Suddenly he's not watching anymore, he is leading us, showing us the way.
We find them, we find what is left of our pack. We find The Night Wolf and with her, something none of us know. With her walks a man and child.
The child is like us, both wolf and and man in one. But she isn't carried on borrowed parws. We smell it on her, she is only one being. She has her own claws and teeth. I fear her, but Ghost greet her as family, as pack.
What scares me is that she is not human nor wolf, she is both.
With them walks Arya wrapped in a pelt of silver.
We stay for a while, stay with this pack, his pack.
I enjoy every night i get to run with Ghost, it's nice to get air when confined to two thrones. Sometimes I miss the easy days of the Night's Watch. I don't miss the cold or the wall. I miss not watching every word, always playing politics.
I miss the fresh air, real in your face fights. Not the stabbing of backs or rumors that can ruin a decent man all the same.
With the pack, with Ghost, is is all simpel. Sometimes I wish I could stay. I know better, no skin or pelt are made to host more than the one it belongs to.
The more I visit the more I notice how Arya Is different. It is Ghost that notice it before I do, because beneath the smell of her is a stench of death, rot and bittersweet.
The stench is of death.
But she looks happy here, a true Stark. Strong in the wolf blood, as his father had said about her when she was young. Were they both had been young to understand what it ment.
Jon knew now that Arya would always be the She-wolf. Never a lady or a princess. Never a maid given in marriage.
Because by staying with the pack I found to my surprise that the Wild Wolf Child, was no longer a girl, but a mother. The girl and the man with the pack was Arya's family. Just like I have Sansa, Catelin, Edward and Daenerys. My family, not my pack.
