Asena, the mother of Wolves

Chapter 1

Asena Stark. A girl overlooked by her family. Only ever truly noticed by three members of her family. Sansa Stark, Jon Snow, and Arya Stark. No one ever did anything for her and the only day she was ever recognised was on her name day. 15 years old and she has the most skill of all the Starks. Yet everywhere she turns she is turned away.

She never missed in anything, whether it was archery, swordsmanship, or even just throwing something. Her reflexes were fast and skillful. She received a cheesy from her brother when she was younger. Jon said that it would always protect her. To make sure she never lost it she carved it into her forehead and let the skin heal and tighten around it. He was only about 13 when he gave it to her. She wasn't afraid of pain and could handle large amounts of it. She always hid away during the day when she was younger to train herself harshly. She would do everything with no gloves or shoes to build up calous.

She worked hard to build muscle and was stronger than even Jon. She often went climbing on the towers of Winterfell and stayed up fairly late. She often slept through the mornings and was fairly awake when she did awaken. She could hunt and track animals extremely well and had more up her sleeves than she let on.

She watched from the Winterfell bell tower as her brother failed to properly shoot an arrow. She sighed but noticed her sneaky little sister. She had taught Arya in private a little bit. Her archery was the best though. She refused to start her with swords quite yet. She wanted to wait until Arya was at least 12. She saw her hi perfect center of the target and smiled proudly. Bran chased her around the courtyard and she chuckled slightly from her spot in the window. Her legs dangled down over the fourth foot drop from the bell tower. Heights was the least of her fears though.

She skillfully climbed down the tower and jumped the last five feet. She walked over to her father and then walked away after hearing that he was to deal with a deserter. When he and His sons left of with a few others she chased after them on her Raven Black stallion.
"Jon! Wait up." She picked up speed and slowed down beside him. They cantered along until they reached their destination.

"Asena you should not be here."
Her father stated.
"Yeah well you and I both know I'm not a lady and if you actually paid attention you would know I can handle myself."
"Go back Asena."
"No father. I'll be fine." He sighed and they continued on their way. When they reached the deserter she kept on watch for anything or anyone that could be a danger. Once the deed was done she headed back with them. They came across a dead Stag on the bridge and followed it's trail of blood to a Direwolf Mother. She was dead.

Her father went to try and kill the wolves and Asena had a natural instinct to it. She growled like a wolf lowly and everyone looked at her in shock.
"Don't touch them. There are seven here one for each of your children. If you harm them I will leave Winterfell for good."
"Fine. You will feed them yourselves. You will train them yourselves, and if they die, then you will bury them yourselves." She nods firmly and takes the small black wolf with golden eyes. Jon takes the other runt, a white one with red eyes. The ride back to Winterfell and hand over the remaining pups. Lady Stark was not pleased with this recent development.

"We cannot have our children running around with wolves!"
"Asena will leave if we don't let them. It is the Sygil of our house!"
"Asena is a child!"
"I know that! I know. I can't let her leave though. You know that. You know what she is." Asena was eavesdropping on this conversation and her eyes widened. They had know the whole time. They didn't know that she knew.
"I do. I gave birth to her of course I know. Fine. They can keep the Direwolves. But we agreed. We never tell Asena what she is." She opened the door and glared at them harshly.

"And what am I exactly?"
"Asena go to your chambers."
"No. What am I father?"
"Asena!" Her mother hissed.
"Don't wait your breath. I already know. It's why you hate me. Because I'm a freak. Yes I know what I am. A Changer. Someone who can change their form into any form of wolf or hound. I figured that out three years ago."
"How-"
"I stopped listening to you. I wanted to know why you wouldn't let me near dogs. So one night, after dark, I snuck into the pens. I sat with the dogs and they all loved me, and then I turned into one of them. So do t try and hide it."
"We can explain Asena. There's more to it."
"I know. I get along well with most animals and can understand what they are trying to communicate. I can growl, howl, and bark like an animal and I have large sharp teeth. I know that aunt Leanna was one too. "
"Go to your chambers. We will discuss this another time. It's late."
"Fine. And don't worry. I know you think I'm a freak."
"That's not true." Her mother shakes.
"It is and you know it. So stop trying."

She headed back to her chambers and fell into a deep sleep in her anger. She knew her father didn't hate her or think she was a freak. But she did know that Lady Stark did. So she would hate him for loving me. She hated her mother. One day. She would prove her worth. One day.