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Chapter 3: Prey

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Asha

Asha didn't expect the slaughter that came. It had been peaceful since Deepwood Motte had been taken, her Iron Born had grown complacent. The War of the Five Kings had left them untouched by the Wolves of the North. The Northerners had their own problems to deal with that made Deepwood Motte a lesser concern. It had given her time and comfort, a place of refuge after her failed attempt at becoming Queen of the Iron Islands. Her uncle Euron had taken that title. She didn't want to get in his way, not yet at least.When he dies from his foolishness and Victarion from his "vengeance" I'll be their only option.For now, she could wait in the Motte. That ended with the screams that came in the dead of the night.

She should have realised that something was wrong. The Wolfswood that surrounded the Motte had gradually grown louder. The wolves and their howls had always been heard in the night. Asha had gotten used to it. But then the howls were coming more frequently, day and night. It was almost constant. The sounds were piercing, almost haunting. She'd lost a large portion of scouts and hunters that she'd sent to investigate it. Most didn't come back, and the ones that did said that they'd found their bodies savaged by wolves. She ordered her Reavers to stay away from it. Asha should have taken that as a cue to leave the Motte but she thought against it. They were only wolves and there was nothing the Iron Born needed in the forest.Besides, where could I go anyway?Lord Harlaw might have been an option but she already had Lady Sybille Glover' children there as hostages. Lady Glover was in the Motte. Her assurance for when the Northerners came. A bargaining chip for her own plans.

Tonight though, what plans she had, had been shattered. She woke to screams in the middle of the night in the Motte. Asha hurried out of her bed, getting her armour on as quickly as possible. By the time she got ready, axe and dirk in hand, the screams had become deafening. It was clearly a panic.We're being attacked.As she rushed out of the Ironwood Keep, she was met with a slaughter. There were bodies everywhere at the wooden walls, all of them Iron Born. She didn't see in the dim light of the torches a body with armour that could indicate that they weren't hers. Asha looked around to see her Iron Born fleeing from a group of Northmen, more were climbing over the walls. Asha's stomach dropped,The Wolves have come.She watched the group of Iron Born get dropped by the Northmen, battle axes and swords cutting them to pieces. Not a single Northmen dropped.

Qarl the Maid, her fuck, ran out of the keep, clearly hearing the same thing from wherever he had drunkenly slept.

"How in the hells did we get caught off?!" Qarl yelled.

"The Northmen must have been the ones taking down the scouts and hunters, not the damned wolves!" Asha yelled back.

"You've seen the bodies Asha, they were killed by wolves not men."

"The Northmen might as well be wolves. They were ruled by them for long enough!"

Qarl gave a grim laugh, "Then its time we returned to the sea Asha, we need to get to our ships!"

Asha only nodded as they began to run, keeping as hidden as possible while they escaped the Motte. It was being filled by Northmen. She could hear the drums and pipes skirling as they ran. She could hear the howls of the wolves.They're making impossible to hear anything.The two had made out of the Motte well enough, climbing over the wooden walls like the Northmen had. They ran into the darkness. Other Iron Born must have had the same idea, she could faintly see their silhouettes, running towards the bay of ice, towards their ships. Iron Born didn't belong on the lands. Deepwood Motte was in war, being near the coast. But now that the Northmen were in the North, it was clearly a different matter. Asha had told Theon that once when he took Winterfell, acting like a Greenlander.And it got him flayed.Asha didn't plan on meeting that end as she ran with Qarl.

Luck seemed to be on their side as she began to feel the winds of the sea on her, and lights on the ships. Some of her Iron Born must have been preparing. She knew she would lose most of her ships. She had thirty and if the slaughter was any indication, she wouldn't have the men to mobilise them all.I'll be lucky to have four by the end of this night.Qarl looked hopeful, running with his axe in hand, much like herself. The drums and pipes were getting louder.They're hunting the stragglers now.The howling had gotten louder as well. It made her stop.

"Qarl!"

He stopped, "What woman?"

"The howling's in front of us Qarl!" She shouted.

Asha tried looking for the Iron Born in front of her. She couldn't see as many before. They were vanishing. Then she heard another scream and thrashing. One of the faint outlines had dropped to something.

"They've got wolves!" She shouted.

Qarl cursed, "shit, then what do we do?"

Asha didn't know. They were clearly being herded, trapped on all sides.

"Run forward, they'll step over us if we run any other direction! The boats are our best shot if we can get past! If not, we can treat!"

Qarl gave her a nod and they ran again into the darkness towards the howling. Asha noticed as she ran that she was going over bodies of her own men. She could smell the blood and shit. They had died terrified. As they got closer to the lights of the ship, Asha could make out banners. Banners with bears on.Mormonts.There were more men there than she could count. And at their feet were wolves, with a giant white one at its front. Even in dim torch light she could see the red eyes. Blood red eyes they were.

The two slowed down as they got closer, raising her hands. There was no way out of it. Asha shouted at the Northmen.

"Who leads you? I wish to treat!"

Asha watched as a woman marched to the front, buxom in the Northern way, with brown hair and brown eyes. She was in full armour.

"Alysane Mormont. Why should we treat with squids who reave our lands?"

Asha took a breath, "I have Lady Glover's children on my Uncle's island. My Uncle will trade me for them."

Alysane's face turned to a scowl, "And what's to stop us from taking the island without you? We have your ships?"

Asha smiled, "You don't know which island and My Uncle will kill them without me."

Asha was too busy to notice Qarl try and swing his axe at the Mormont, hoping to take a chance. He didn't make it as Asha heard his scream. She turned in horror to see Qarl's arm had been sliced clean off by the man who had come from behind. She watched as the Giant white wolf rushed forward, tearing into his throat. The blood spattered across her. She looked at the dead body, with the White Wolf staring at her, snarling. The beast looked like something out of a nightmare. She couldn't stop looking at it though, as she was being surrounded by all of the Northmen. When she finally looked up from the beast, she saw a man standing beside Alysanne Mormont.

The man was dressed in Northern attire, knife attached at the leg and sword at the hip. Looking at the man's face she could make out grey eyes and dark hair. The face was long. She remembered Eddard Stark's face when he took Pyke.A Stark.It was the same look, just different. It looked savage. The glint in the eyes looked angry. His mouth looked ready to give a snarl. He looked like he was going to tear into like the wolf. She was fucked.

The Stark before her said nothing, just looking at her hard. He was eyeing her. Not like men usually did though. Not a look of lust. She might have felt a little safer if it was. He looked like he was ready to kill her. He was looking at her like prey. The long-faced savage took one last look then motioned to the Mormont. Asha didn't notice the Mormont knock her into the ground with a fist. Asha was looking at the Stark, starting to give orders to his men as she drifted out of consciousness.This isn't the honourable Ned Stark. This is a wolf.

A shorter chapter but I thought a massacre should be a quick one. We'll be getting a longer wae Jon next to see how he got tae this point.