"Seven hells Lyanna, what have you done?" Looking up, she could see Asher and Beskha along with Daenerys and her party only a few feet away. Watching her with concerned looks, watching an animal fight. And at that moment, Lyanna felt every bit like a Direwolf.

She looked at them with vacant eyes before she started to punch the slaver in the face again. Asher and Beskha jumped into action and quickly tried to pull her off of the man before his head was bashed in. Even still, when they grabbed her she suddenly started to lash out at them. Ser Jorah went up to the down slaver and checked him over.

"This is very bad Khaleesi." Jorah said gravely. "We need to get this man to a healer if we want him to live." Turning back and watching as Asher and Beskha kept pulling Lyanna back farther from the scene and back to the ship. He had seen men give into the bloodlust on the battlefield. He never expected to see it in a Stark of Winterfell, Eddard Stark with a calm and collected mind, imagining him like this was truly terrifying.

Daenerys was still watching as the girl, who had been her rescuer once and was on the path of becoming something bigger, as she lashed out in every direction. She nodded at Ser Jorah and he called out for some of the people standing around to get a healer. How had the woman she had kissed the other day now be the same woman who was almost biting at her friends?


"Gods Lyanna, calm down will ya?" Asher asked as Lyanna was still trying to hit at him with her fist or even bite him if his arm was close enough. They had gotten to the docks but still had a ways to go to the ship. He didn't know how to reach her anymore. "Beskha, you got any ideas about this?" Beskha looked at Asher for a moment before turning back to Lyanna and nodded.

"Yea I have a few but this will be the most effective." She motioned for Asher to let Lyanna go. When he did, Lyanna first lunged at Asher and then turned to face Beskha. However Beskha was ready for her and kicked her squarely in Lyanna's chest and pushed her back hard. Watching as Lyanna fell back, tripped over the ledge and fall down into the water.

When Lyanna hit the water, it was like nothing before that she ever knew. She took a moment to get her bearing under the water before she surfaced. Climbing back up onto the docks, she was having trouble breathing from the pain in her stomach and chest but the fire from before still hadn't let go. She took another swing at Beskha, but it was wide and lazy, the water slowly her down as much as her own exhaustion.

Beskha shook her head sadly at the display. There would only be one solution now for Lyanna. "Sorry about this little wolf" She said quietly. Stepping up to the girl and blocking her fists before attacking her with a punch to her skull. Lyanna wobbled for a few moments before her eyes rolled up into her head and she fell down and passed out.

Both Asher and Beskha look down at the woman who they didn't know could become this. Asher was pretty sure this was the saddest thing he had ever seen. Beskha kept quiet mostly as she picked Lyanna up and put her over her shoulder. Both of them continued on towards the ship where they slept in silence.

"You ever see anything else like that, cause I can tell you I haven't." Asher said to Beskha as they put her down into the Khaleesi's bed. True, Asher got a little crazy in a fight, sometimes people had called him out of control. But he didn't remember giving into the rage of it, he couldn't remember a single person who did that was still alive.

"Yes," Beskha answered him. "I've only seen it one other time, while I was in Meereen. A slave, who's name I forget, apparently was forced to fight a slave from another house as the masters were bored. The slave lost and as punishment, his master killed his mother and sister. By the time the slave was finally caught and killed, the slave had killed the 4 house guards, his master and eldest sons, 8 people in all with just a kitchen knife.

If she had grabbed her sword earlier, we would all be cut up. Only thing we can do for her now is trying and move past whatever she is holding in." Beskha said with unusual warmth. A whine brought her out of her gaze as she turned to see Shadow by the bed, sniffing at Lyanna's hand. As Shadow was climbing up onto the bed, Lady and Nymeria were right behind their sister, laying down and protecting Lyanna.


When Daenerys and the rest of her party returned to the ship that night, they found Beskha and Asher standing on the deck looking towards the back of the ship in concern. Following their eyes, Daenerys saw the back of Lyanna was sitting at a small table looking out into the ocean. She wasn't wearing anything except for a pair of trousers and wrappings around her stomach and chest. Shadow sat next to her and the other wolves close by.

Daenerys almost thought she was asleep considering she hadn't moved yet, but a hand reached up and scratched Shadow on the head slowly. Moving over to Beskha she gave her a questioning look.

"Has she said anything? Is she alright?" She asked Beskha. Watching the way Lyanna was earlier was frightening for her. She had seen the desperate fight when her brother came at her, and she had seen the angry fight when Khal Drogo fought. But Lyanna fighting had been something else entirely, she was there but not there at the same time. Like something else had taken over her and fought with her body.

"No," Beskha stated as she shook her head "she woke up a few minutes ago and simply asked for cloth to bind her chest and a chest on the deck. What happened out there today?" Beskha asked Daenerys. Something had caused the Stark woman to snap. Daenerys recounted what had happened since they left this morning. Hearing the details, Beskha was able to get a somewhat clear idea of what had caused this.

"Well you definitely fucked this up in the worse way Khaleesi. How did you think she was going to respond to you giving away a friend? Those wolves are the closest thing she has to family since she has crossed the Narrow Sea. It's like selling a sibling into slavery." Beskha told her with a little venom in her voice. Honestly, what did the stupid girl expect? Shaking her head, she nodded in the direction of Lyanna. "You need to make this right."

Daenerys nodded and slowly made her way towards the lone Stark girl. Ser Barristan was about to bring a chair and place it next to Lyanna when Daenerys took it from him. This was going to be difficult and it should only be shared between the two of them. She set the chair down and sat down and looked at the sea.

Looking over at Lyanna, Daenerys was stopped cold at her face. She was crying, had been for some time if the tear tracks on her face were any indication. Any words that she had meant to say were washed away in the wake of this new information. Watching Lyanna cry, it was harder than any other pain since the first time she thought Lyanna was dead.

Lyanna turned to her with such heartbreak that Daenerys was almost to tears herself. Reaching out with her hand, Daenerys waited for several moments before Lyanna reached out and took her hand. Daenerys tried to convey her feelings simply through touch. Squeezing her hand softly, Daenerys spoke softly.

"I know I have hurt you today Lyanna and I'm sorry, so very sorry. I admit that I didn't fully consider your feelings on the deal with the Masters. Your wolves and my children have almost become inseparable in growing up. But I must know, if you trust me Lyanna. I have a plan and I need to know if you trust me." Without letting go of her hand, Daenerys got up and kneeled in front of Lyanna and looked up into her face while waiting for the answer.

A trio of squeaks were heard before the two women were overwhelmed with dragons. Drogon and Viserion opted to land on their mother shoulders, but Rhaegal instead choose to seat himself on Lyanna's lap and make himself comfortable. Both Daenerys and Lyanna looked down at the cat sized green dragon. Daenerys smiled at her wonderful child and looked back up at Lyanna.

"I guess I know who Rhaegal's favorite aunt is." She said softly.

"I'm sorry for what happened today. I'm sorry that you had to see me like that. Things went from one thing to another so very fast that by the time I was caught up, my body had already acted on its own." Lyanna let go of Daenerys hand and placed her hand on Daenerys cheek. Softly stroking her cheek with a thumb, "I trust you Daenerys." Pulling the Targaryen woman into a soft kiss as the stars began to blink down at them.

Several hours, Lyanna and Daenerys had made their way to the bed in the cabin. As she was still hurting from the fighting earlier, Daenerys mostly forced Lyanna into the bed as gently as possible. As she wasn't in a rush to get into any too physical with the Targaryen woman, she only requested that they share the bed.

It wasn't very long before Daenerys fell off to sleep right by her and Lyanna was left with her thoughts. Events of the day kept replaying over and over in her mind. While she had been honest and sincere when she apologized to Daenerys, something else was there. A vicious grin would appear sometimes without her knowledge. She had tapped into something undiscovered inside her, and a part of her was interested to tap into it again.


The next day, everyone was quiet as they made their way towards the outer area of Astapor. Events of yesterday were still at the forefront of their minds. Today, Daenerys would give up Drogon for 8000 and more Unsullied and Lyanna was being asked to sacrifice for Daenerys. Walking into the courtyard, everyone was surprised to find it filled with rows upon rows of the Unsullied.

It was as an impressive sight that Lyanna had ever seen in her life. This force of controlled discipline and obedience would now belong to Daenerys. If the lords of Westeros all banded together and fought as one, they would crush this 8000 with ease. However, that was a big "if" especially considering Tywin Lannister and her father side by side.

Master Kraznys stood near the entrance, looking as smug as ever. Today something beyond his wildest dreams would be granted. He said a few words and held out a scepter that had a whip, Missandi translated that whoever held the whip held the power. Daenerys nodded and opened the pen that held Drogon and looked over at Lyanna with a pleading look.

This was the moment that everyone held their breath. Looking sadly at Shadow, Lyanna nodded for her to walk over to Kraznys. Shadow whined for a moment before slowly making her way to the Slave master. Thankfully Kraznys was too preoccupied trying to get Drogon under control. Imagine his surprise when Daenerys started to speak in Valerian and spoke one word that would be his downfall.

"Dracarys!" She didn't even have to speak it loudly. Once the word was uttered, Drogon looked down at the stupid man and bathed him in fire. His screams only last long enough to confuse the remaining Masters, as Daenerys ordered the Unsullied into action and they started to slay every person holding a whip.

Shadow made her way over to Lyanna again. Looking down at her, Lyanna could not imagine a world where she would willingly give up a friend for something you would buy. Turning and mounting a horse that Asher had gotten for her, Lyanna waited for them to mount before catching up to where Daenerys was already leading the Unsullied to its next target. While Ser Jorah and Barristan rode just behind Daenerys, Lyanna rode right by her side with Asher and Beskha following her.

Lyanna took a chance and reached her hand out, smiling when Daenerys interlocked their fingers. Neither knew what would be around the next corner, an enemy, an obstacle, or something far more dangerous. But, they did know that no matter what, they would face it together. Dragons and wolves had made a mark on this world and it wouldn't be the last.

A/N: Hey everyone, hope everyone is still excited to read this as I am to write it. Please review, cuz honestly, I love hearing from you guys.