Hello all, it's been a long time. Please forgive me, original I wanted to upload this chapter earlier but, I kept adding more stuff elongating this chapter quite a lot. I realize that uploading chapters every week or every two weeks can be taxing (since work and my hobbies get in my way; plus procrastinating helps as well) I decided to upload at least one or two chapters every month. I am also thinking about starting a new story as well but probably won't come out until I finish this story first though.
*EDIT: I accidentally uploaded the wrong chapter my bad.
Anyway, enough deliberating enjoy the chapter.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own any of these character names or the story itself. George RR Martin owns all of these characters from his story ASOIAF.
Chapter 13: The Game of Thrones begins
298 AC – five days before the full moon
Eddard POV
As Eddard sat wiping Ice, he sat in contempt thinking over today's event. He had received word of a Night's Watch member deserting, and taking his sons including Bran as well. Cat was against the idea, but Bran was going to be a boy forever, he had to face such experiences as the others. The deserter was scared of his wits, and despite his efforts, his words could not reach him. The fourth one this year, he had written to his brother about this matter and even he did not have the answers. It could have been to the rumors of the large gathering of wildlings beyond the wall, united under the King-beyond-the-Wall, which could have driven these men to desert. His brother Benjen had his theories, even stating it could have been a sign that the Others had returned. Eddard had scoffed at this idea, the Others and the Children of the Forest had not been seen for eight thousand years.
Of course that had not been the real headache for today, was when he, his men, and his sons came across the corpse of a direwolf. It was twice the size of any hound he had seen and had birthed six pups before passing, through the protests of both Robb and Bran they decided to spare the pups. Cat was livid when they brought the pups back, she didn't want any of the children including Rickon to her words to own such a "feral" beast. Eddard assured his wife that the children would have them trained; besides all of them had taken to the pups, especially Arya and Sansa. The thought of Sansa had Eddard think back to the past three years, she was still a werewolf, but had grown and matured quite a lot. Long gone was the meek and dutiful girl; replaced was a more smart, wary, and perceptive Sansa.
Eddard sighed, long gone was her daughter who would ask stories of knights and princes, she would be in the library expanding her knowledge. He would see Sansa being more aggressive, most of the lords said it was the "wolf" side of the Stark coming out, but Eddard knew the truth. It seemed that she had accepted this side of her, and that side of her was becoming more apparent. Sure Sansa was still kind and loving to her family, but when something angered her she would show no mercy to those who wronged the people she loved. A while back a young stable boy had stolen Rickon's favorite toy, Sansa went to personally see the kid and scared him to near death, where he would start screaming at night at times. Of course, I had admonished Sansa for her actions and forbid her from doing such things again. The only ones who seemed to like her shenanigans were, of course, Arya.
Before the whole incident, Arya and Sansa were completely different people. If you stood them next to each other, you would not believe they were sisters let alone related. The incident shook them and they became closer to it. They were always seen together, if not riding on their horses, then in their rooms planning the next pranks on Robb and Jon. Eddard was happy that they got along now, considering they loathed each other so much before.
It was then he heard the approaching footsteps coming towards him, he looked to see Catelyn walking forward holding something a scroll in her hands.
"After all this time, I still feel like a stranger in these woods" she looked around at the canopy as she crouched down, "It's fairly nice Cat, peaceful, allows me to think on troubling thoughts I have" I replied. "How did Bran take to the execution?"
"I could tell he was quite shaken after the ordeal, but he handled it well," I said as Catelyn continued to fidget with the scroll in her hand, "Is there something wrong?"
"I'm so sorry my love, a raven from the king, Jon Arryn is dead" I sat in shock, how could it be? "A fever took him, I know that you looked up to him as a father" "How is your sister faring?" "The message details her return to the Eyrie, as well as the king, rides to Winterfell as we speak with the queen in tow".
A smile broke out on my face at the mention of Robert coming, however, his mood soured at the mention of the Lannisters. Eddard had a mistrust of the Lannisters; their schemes and what they were willing to do to obtain their power. Tywin near the end of the rebellion had sacked King's Landing and massacred the royal family and his son Jaime breaking his oath by killing the king he swore to protect. Seeing the body of the children wrapped in Lannister cloaks was appalling for him, least of all he would still remember Robert's words "I see no babes, only dragon spawn". There was no love between him and the Lannisters; now Robert was coming with half of his court to Winterfell.
"What do you think the king wants to come here?" Cat interrupts my thoughts, "Oh I may already know one of the reasons" a sigh escaping my mouth as my face grimaced with dread. Catelyn looked at me questionably, until the thought hit her "A marriage betrothal?" I nodded "Robert will probably propose a betrothal between his eldest son and our eldest daughter". Catelyn had a horrified look on her face, "No, that wouldn't be able to work. No one but our family, Lord Bolton, and some of your guard knows about Sansa's condition. If they were to discover Sansa's condition they would reject her".
"I concur, Sansa will stay here, she will not go south under any circumstances", Catelyn nodded at my response before continuing, "However, the king would still want a betrothal between our houses, perhaps we can suggest another match from his other children". "He has a younger daughter perhaps, we can propose a betrothal between Robb and his daughter" Catelyn nodded at my suggestion.
"That seems sound Ned, hopefully, that would suit the King. I will inform Robb of this matter" as Catelyn got up and straightened her dress. "We shall plan a feast for his arrival, ready the staff, and have the preparations ready. I will also have Jory have men ready for a hunt because gods know that Robert will want to hunt." I squeezed her hand, "Damn him and his royal hide, arriving without notice like this".
Catelyn POV
The castle was in a busy hustle, with the news of the king and the royal court coming to Winterfell, everyone was rushing around in preparation. Catelyn was rushing around making sure everything was set properly and made up to standards. "If the queen is coming as well, we will need chambers for her and her siblings," she explained to maester Luwin "If I may my lady, Lord Tyrion will perhaps require special needs due to his indulgence". "Are the rumors true of his stature?" maester Luwin nodded at my inquiry.
"Make sure that his room has a bottle of wine in his room, plenty of candles if he requires reading at night, his personal affairs are none of our concern, if he is to be our guest" maester Luwin bowed his head, before leaving to attend to the matters. I sighed as I made it to the kitchens, to ensure the storage will be able to handle the extravagance of this feast. As I made my way down the hall, I caught Sansa and Arya peeking behind the corner, giggling to themselves.
"Sansa, Arya!" I yelled at them, they froze as they turned to face me as guilt and panic covered their face. "May I ask what are you two doing here?" as I came over to them. "We were doing nothing mother," Arya answered innocently, as she looked timid from my gaze. I stared at Sansa, as she gave her charming smile "If you don't answer right now, you both will be attending extra lessons with Septa Mordane under my supervision".
"We didn't do anything wrong, mother. Just merely playing with our dear brothers," Sansa answered sweetly. I sighed annoyed; Catelyn swore that Sansa was adopting more and more of Arya's antics. "What did you do this time?" "Just some harmless fun mother, we merely stuffed their pillows with some moldy food we found in the kitchen." I shook my head, "Sansa, Arya I want you to both apologize to your brothers and have your antics cleaned up by the end of the day, I'm serious" I replied sternly.
Arya groaned as Sansa replied, "We will mother, I promise" she nodded to her sister, as they hurried away down the hall. Catelyn watched as they scurried down the hall, shaking her head in frustration she decided to head to her chambers for a moment's rest. As entered her chambers, she thought back to the years gone, seeing her children grow has given her contentment.
Robb; being the eldest of her children matured into a young man. He had grown considerably, looking more Tully than stark, and learning more about becoming the future lord of Winterfell. She could remember the first time holding him, seeing those bright blue Tully eyes staring right back at her. She could not have felt more proud of what her son has become. She had mixed feelings about his relationship with Jon, fearing the bastard may usurp his position as heir to Winterfell. Robb had always reassured her that Jon would never do such a thing but the thought had never escaped her mind, still, she trusted Robb's judgment.
Her thoughts would then drift to Sansa. She was born with a splitting image of herself; it was looking at a mirror whenever she saw her daughter especially since she was older now. She was proper as any lady, sporting a lovely smile and caring for others' wellbeing. The mood would sour as thought about her daughter's condition. Three years ago, Sansa was attacked by a werewolf, inflicting her with the curse of lycanthrope, forcing her to transform every full moon. The news had crushed her because Sansa believed no one could accept her condition. Every month, Sansa would have to be locked outside in the cabin, to prevent the beast from ravaging anyone. Despite this Sansa was determined not to affect her personal life, she was more knowledgeable than before and did not take everything she heard for granted. Catelyn was still worried that Sansa was growing up to fast, but she was happy that she was able to make the best of her life given the circumstances.
Bran was truly the most adventurous out of her children. The moment he learned to walk, he explored every cervix of the castle. It would then lead to his favorite hobby of his; climbing. Every time she saw her boy climbing the walls around Winterfell, her anxiety would rise at the thought of Bran falling one day. She had tried to get Bran to stop his escapades; however, no amount of punishment could deter Bran from climbing. Honestly, that boy was more of a headache than Rickon.
Rickon was the youngest of all the children and was just a bundle of energy. He was even more difficult to deal with than Bran. He would always create a mess, even imitating his older sibling's actions. It was even worse that he also got a direwolf pup of his own. Catelyn forbid the wolf from being with Rickon unless at least two guards accompanied them. Honestly, ever since he had gotten the pup, his temperament has been tiresome to deal with. He would throw tantrums, the wolf being the only thing calming him down. However, even with the headaches associated with Rickon, Catelyn loved her youngest all the same.
Then there was Arya. Ned stated that her temperament was just like her sister Lyanna's, even stating she looked quite similar to her. If the rumors of Lyanna were true, it showed in her personality. Arya was the complete opposite of Sansa in every way; Sansa wanted to be a noblewoman, Arya wanted to learn sword fighting, Sansa enjoyed sewing, and Arya was interested in exploration and riding. While she showed appreciation for Arya, she hoped that she would show interest in her lessons on being proper. However, she would exercise her hatred for Septa Mordane's lessons, proving a nuisance, especially with her pranks. It was made worse when Sansa started to adopt more of Arya's antics. The two had never gone along with one another, but it seemed after the "incident", the two sisters mended their differences. They had their arguments, but they were always seen together, either riding or pulling pranks on their older brothers.
She leaned back in her chair, as she looked out her window. She saw Sansa and Arya running away as Robb and Jon chased them, from the looks of it they had eggs thrown on their head. Catelyn smiled at the display, as she relaxed she hoped that the events to come would bring fewer headaches for her.
298 AC – 2 days of the full moon
Eddard POV
He could hear the padded feet of a hundred horses, noting the King's arrival. All the citizens of Winterfell had been gathered in the courtyard, including his family. "Sansa where's Arya?" he heard Cat say, "I think she said she was getting a better view of the King" Sansa answered back. Before Cat could reply I saw Arya rushing past us, I grabbed her, seemingly wearing a helmet on her head. "Hey, what are you doing with that on?" as I removed the helm of hers, "Go on" I gestured as Arya made her way between her brother and sister.
Eddard watched as the horses poured through the castle gates, silver and gold adorned on the knights as multiple banners of a Stag and a golden Lion flowed through the wind. He saw many familiar faces; the golden-haired Ser Jaime Lannister, the scared burned face of Sandor Clegane, and the short man dressed in Lannister colors had to be Tyrion Lannister.
From the head of the column was a large man with a wild thick beard flanked by two knights with white cloaks. As soon as he vaulted off his horse, he was greeted with a bone-crushing hug "Ned! Seven Hells, it's been so long, how have you been?" the man laughed as he looked at me from bottom to top "Your face hasn't changed all those years ago".
I chuckled, "I have been guarding the North for you, your grace. Winterfell is yours" as I kneeled to Robert. Robert would then make his way to greet his own family, while the Queen would step out of her carriage. "Ned, take me to the crypts. I want to pay my respects", "We been riding for a month my love, surely the dead can wait" the Queen replied dutifully. Robert ignored the Queen's words as he continued down the crypts, I exhaled a sigh as I followed after him.
As we walked down the halls of the crypts, I decided to ask the important question; "Tell me about Jon Arryn". "One minute he was fine, and then he came down with a fever. Pycelle did his best, but it burned right through him".
"I loved that man, I now wished I listen to what he said", as Robert gave a hearty laugh, "Do you remember when I was young? All I wanted to do when I was young was to crack skulls and fuck girls. He was the one who taught me right". I chuckled at Robert's words, as we continued. "Ned, you helped me win the Iron Throne, now help me keep it. I name you Eddard Stark as the hand of the King" I took in Robert's words as I went down on one knee, "Your grace you honor me". "I'm not trying to honor you, I want you to run my kingdom while I whore and eat myself to an early grave. Get up Ned" as Robert helped me up "We were meant to rule together, we would have been bound by blood if your sister had lived but, it's not too late. I have a son and you have a daughter".
As Robert continued, I stood in shock before following after him. "Robert, I appreciate the proposal but I cannot accept" Robert turned to me confusion written on his face, "What do you mean? It's the most simple solution, your eldest daughter should be happy about this plus she is quite the beauty". I gritted my teeth so as not to be rude "Forgive me, your grace, I and my wife do not want our daughter to be married, not yet anyway" I saw that Robert was to interject, "I'm not saying I am opposed to your proposal, I was going to suggest perhaps your daughter and my son Robb could instead be united".
Robert was in deep thought before belting a laugh, "Well if you insist, my daughter seems quite young for your son though", "Perhaps you could have her foster for a time at Winterfell to know her betrothal until she is of age they will then marry". "Ha, I can't wait to see my wife's face once hearing this betrothal" he continued. I sighed in relief knowing that Robert seemed to drop the issue for now.
We reached the familiar pillars, "She's down there at the end, with father and Brandon". We made our way down as we approached the tomb; I set the lantern by our feet. Robert approached the statue with tears in his eyes; he reached out and lightly caressed the cheek of the face. "Did you have to bury her here? She should be on a hill, with the sun and clouds above her" "She was my sister, she wanted to be buried with her father and brother, it was her last request". 'Promise me, Ned, Promise me' as my head bowed, "You know I kill him every night Ned. A thousand deaths are not enough for him".
We stayed in silence for a while before I interjected, "We should return, your wife will be yearning for your return your grace", "The Others take my wife, and damn it Ned stop with the 'Your Grace' or I will stick your head on a spike. We are more than that to each other". Ned looked at the statues, as the faces of the lords of Winter provided a sense of foreboding for the future to come.
Days later
Joffrey POV
To say he was pissed was an understatement. His uncle had slapped him, how dare he when he was a prince. He was forced to give his condolences to the Starks for their boy.
Why should he even care for the boy that fell from a tower? As he walked down the halls, with the hound following him, he mused about Sansa Stark.
Before he had arrived at Winterfell, he was instructed by his mother to sway the Stark girl into falling for him. He had heard tales of how girls would swoon over comely princes; however, his expectations were shattered once meeting Sansa. While she was courteous to him, she displayed no real interest in her. Every time he smiled, she would smile back and turn her attention elsewhere. He had tried to engage in conservation with her alone, perhaps to converse her to fall for him but she had avoided his invitations every time. It infuriated him that this girl was bowing to his every need as his mother said.
As he walked, he came across Robb Stark and his bastard brother. "My prince, me, and my brother were heading to the courtyard for some training, would you like to join us?" Robb politely asked. I sneered, "I have more important business than playing with swords" "Like being rejected by Sansa for the tenth time?" the bastard replied. "You dare! You are but a lowly born bastard, from some whore that your father fucked" as I snickered at the bastard's reaction. He was visibly shaking before turning in the opposite direction and heading down the hall. "Yeah run back to your mommy, oh wait you don't have a mommy" I called out as they disappeared down the hall.
"Dear nephew, must you be so rude to our hosts?" I froze as I turned to see my uncle Tyrion approaching me. Before I could respond, he interjected "Let me educate you on the purposes of good relations. If you were to be king one day you have to be respectful to others, otherwise why would they see the reason to aid you in your times of need? I mean look at Lord Stark, all the lords of the North respect him and would gladly follow him to the ends of the world".
"Why would I need respect? I am a prince, I can do what I want to these people as they are below me" my uncle shook his head, sighing in annoyance "Antagonizing your future subjects, is not the proper way to rule. Perhaps I shall tell your parents to further educate you on being king" "You can't…" as I felt my uncle's hand slap me across the face. "Perhaps I wasn't clear enough, should I personally teach you myself?" "I don't need…" as my uncle slapped me again. Tears were threatening to fall from my eyes as my cheeks stung from the pain.
"Mother will have you punished for this dwarf!" SLAPPED! I whimpered as I was hit by my uncle again, "Oh she won't have me punished for this, if anything I should be praised as I am the only one who is reprimanding you for your actions. Now you are going to personally apologize to Jon Snow for your words. Do you understand?" as he glared with his green eye. I promptly ran as my 'dog' followed behind silently. I swore my uncle will pay one day, I will make humiliate him beyond measure until he begs for death.
The evening of the full moon
Sansa POV
She exhaled a heavy breath, as she made her way down the halls, as she had known this routine for so long. So much has changed in the last three years; she had a new brother to love, her relationships with some of her family, and even accepted her curse. She used to resent these days of the full moon, though over time she would look forward to these times of the month, as she would never admit that she enjoyed losing control to those base urges. This of course had effects on her, being that her wolf side was being expressed more often in enhanced hearing, smelling, stamina and strength.
Of course, she would also change in personality. Sansa would admit the old Sansa would instantly fawn over the prince Joffrey Baratheon, but there was something off with the prince. It was as if her wolf instincts were warning her that the prince was faking his sincereness and his scent almost seems rancid. She of course displayed her worries to her father, but he had reassured her that nothing she had to worry about. Of course, father seemed to have lied so it had come to her and Arya to find the truth about the crown prince.
It had seemed like so long ago, that she had used to argue with Arya on such pretentious notions as sewing or being well-mannered. Now they were always together, being a nuisance for their brothers. As she continued walking along, she came across Joffrey with his guard Sandor Clegane. "What a surprise, lady Sansa would you like to take a walk with me?" he innocently said sporting a charming smile on his face.
"I would love to my prince, but unfortunately I have more important matters to attend to" as I tried to pass by, he grabbed my arm aggressively. "Oh I insist my lady" he snidely said as he glared at me, my eyes darted to the window, the sun was still out but would set in a few hours. "I am not feeling particularly well, for my reason to retire to my quarters" "Then perhaps I could escort you back to your quarters" as he linked my arm with his. Right now, I was getting impatient, as I needed to head to my cabin lest I transform here.
"Nephew, surely you must understand the lady's request. If she says no then she means no" I turned my head to see my brother Jon with Lord Tyrion accompanying him. I quickly unlinked our arms as Lord Tyrion headed toward the crown prince. "My apologies for my nephew's behavior my lady, he doesn't understand basic manners like the word: no" Tyrion said while sporting a smile on his face. "No worries my lord, Prince Joffrey was just caring for my health. I was feeling under the weather today, and was making my way to my quarters to rest". Tyrion nodded before turning his attention to Jon, "Jon, I believe you can escort your sister to her quarters while I berate my nephew" Jon nodded as he came to my side as we walked away, looking back to see Prince Joffrey with pure rage written on his face.
As we walked along, I reminisced about my brother Jon. The relationship had strengthened, as they both felt like outsiders; Sansa with her curse and Jon's status as a bastard. Mother disapproved of her closeness with Jon, even warning her that Jon will use her for his malicious intentions. She chuckled slightly, "Something funny?" Jon questioned her "No, simply thinking about us". He nodded as we continued walking, "Yes, we do make an unnatural pairing, a bastard and the lady of Winterfell walking side by side. What will the crown prince think about you caring more for a bastard than him?"
I smiled deviously, "Oh he can believe anything he is told by his mom. You would think he would learn the first time when I deny him but no; he comes back begging like a lost pup". Jon chuckled at my statement, "I mean you already have a young wolf, why not get a second one?" I laughed at his remark, leaning into his shoulder as we continued our banter as we walked out to the courtyard. We made our way to the North Gate, where two guards were waiting for us. "Lady Sansa, we were worrying that you had lost your way" I waved my hand in dismissal "I was merely held up by Prince Joffrey." "You know the routine, we shall lead you to the cabin" Jon was about to leave before I interjected, "Could you make an exception tonight, that my brother accompanies me only?"
Both Jon and the guards look perplexed at my request, "My lady, your father has always ordered us to be your escorts, leaving you alone with your brother may be dangerous" "I trust my brother. Please make this exception this one; I shall deal with the repercussions that follow it." Both of the guards look at one another before Jon broke the silence, "I swear that I shall keep lady Sansa Stark safe" one of the guards exhaled a heavy sigh "Very well, but remember this Jon Snow; once the moon is full you MUST leave understand?" Jon nodded as they let us past; as we walked out the gate making our way down the path.
We hurried along, as the sun was slowly disappearing behind the horizon, and my bones were starting to itch. "Sansa, may I ask why you asked me to come?" Jon asked. I turned to face him "When I started this routine, I felt isolated considering the guards treated me as a stranger. I guess I wanted someone familiar with me, to change the monotonous mood of it". "Did you not ask father about this before?"
"I never did, considering I know the answer." Jon closed his eyes exhaling, "Father is going to be displeased about my presence here" I shook my head "Don't worry about father, I will tell him it was my idea". We managed to make good time as we arrived at my cabin. Since the first time I broke out, my father had the cabin reinforced completely with silver, which has worked spectacularly resulting in no breakouts for two years. Jon unlocked the latch and opened the door, the last lights were shining through the window, and several manacles and chains lay in the corner as claw marks lined the walls.
"Quite cozy," Jon said, "Sorry, trying to lighten the mood" "Understandable, just help me with the chains, I can already feel it coming". Jon helped to wrap the chains across my body, while I locked the manacles on my wrists and my ankles. After checking to ensure I was safely secured, Jon was making his way to the door before I interjected, "Wait could you stay for a little bit?" "Not to be rude Sansa, but that may be a terrible idea". "Just for a while, I will tell you when you should leave".
Jon relented standing at the door, an awkward silence befell us. "How bad is the transformation?" Jon asked, "It feels unnatural, to say the least. My organs shifting around, my bones breaking in rearranging themselves and the unbearable heat just makes it worse. Even now I am slightly sweating a bit" as my body started to ramp up in temperature. "Do you retain your mind when you transform?" "No, the beast takes over completely," I said with a slight grimace as a headache came over me.
Jon nodded at my answer, as I suddenly lurched forward, creaking the chains as I did so. "Sansa, are you okay" as he stepped forward "I'm okay," I said shakily "That is usually the first instance that my transformation is on schedule. If you're wondering it feels like, an invisible force just fills my body with this power". "I don't remember that happening the first time you transformed" "Well you see, it became a new occurrence after my second…" suddenly I gasped, curling on myself as I held my midsection as the sounds of my organs reverberated in the cabin.
"Jon, please leave now," I quickly said, as Jon quickly exited the cabin shooting me a worried look. "It's okay I will be…" my body stiffened as I groaned, pain flitting across my face. I took a few deep breaths, as I laughed softly, "Please leave, I won't be able to hold it any longer". He nodded as he closed the door, as I heard the latch lock. I looked up to the window, the moon was full, and I was sweating considerably as my organs rearranged themselves. I shuddered as I fell to my knees, hugging myself as I braced myself. I could feel my senses amplifying as I could hear the outside world, smell new smells, and my eyes starting to readjust to the darkness. I braced as I felt my abdominal muscles tighten, I could feel my teeth sharpen into canines, raising my right hand as it elongated, my nails turning black and sharp as talons. Deciding not to ruin my gown, I quickly tried to remove it realizing the chains were covering my gown. I growled at my stupidity for not telling Jon to put the chains over my clothes, so with one quick motion, I ripped the gown completely off, leaving me nude.
I looked down at myself, seeing fine red hairs sprouting out as my abdomen shifted into a muscular form, forming a six-pack as well. I tried to ride out the pains, as small hairs covered all over me, the pains becoming more insistent, and the heat was not helping at all. I was panting heavily as I felt my spine rearranging itself, cracks resounding in the room as my tail was pushing its way out my ass. I watched as my feet cracked, reshaping themselves, growing claws as new muscles extended my legs. I decided to be on all fours as it always seemed to speed my transformation however, it did not make it less painful. I felt my chest convulse as it pushed itself forward, as my ass jerked with violet cracks as they forcefully deformed. My tailed bloomed out in a bright red bush as I roared as my face elongated, as my eyes have taken a golden color to them. I could feel the beast taking over; I welcomed it with grace as my last thoughts pertained to Jon.
Jon POV
He was feeling quite guilty that he had to leave Sansa. Perhaps he could have stayed a little bit longer, to comfort her through the pain. His thoughts were interrupted as I heard the howl of the beast. What caught me off guard was when a second unfamiliar howl came from the night as well. My thoughts pertained to the werewolf that gave Sansa the curse, that person was still out there. Jon wondered what the other person was like; what was their personality, did they have any remorse, and how they cope with the curse. As he walked back, he also heard the direwolf pups howling as well, almost as if they knew what was out there. He shuddered at the thought before retiring for the night, looking forward to tomorrow.
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