The wolf Pack Chapter 2: Alysane/Sansa

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The life in Eyrie was strange, I being a bastard was strange, know i now what Jon felt all his life, but now I was the last Stark, as a letter came of his death, stabbed to death by his own men, even when he was a Snow, he still had Stark blood in his veins, he was my only brother alive, now he was also lost to me, we receive the letter of his death two days ago, Robb, Bran, Arya, little Rickon and now, Jon, all my siblings dead, Littlefinger thought it was good that Jon was dead, as now no one can took away Winterfell from me, but even if Jon took Winterfell back and avenge our family, I would have been happy to see as he cut off the head of that turn cloak of Roose bolton. But that is only a dream, I want revenge, and if I could go to the night watch and cut all the heads of the killers that murdered my last brother, I would do it, but I have to act as the bastard daughter of littlefinger, Alysane Stone and not as Sansa Stark, daughter of Eddard Stark and Catelyn Tully, rightful heir of Winterfell.

I hear the door open and saw my cousin, Robin Arryn enter.

Hi, cousin!, he said, he was one of the few people who knew who I was, what are you doing?.

Preparing for supper, my little Robin, I said, come, lets go.

As we entered the hall, where my " father " was sited.

My precious daughter, littlefinger said, how was you sleep?.

Very good, father, I said.

I have good news, my darling, it looks like the lord commander of the night watch, survived his death, he said, but in a very anger hidden voice.

Jon lives?, i said to myself, I am not the only Stark left alive....thanks the gods, I will just pray that he take Winterfell back and killed all of our enemy's, I just wish you know where I am, brother, and maybe you could rescue me, but maybe there is a way...., sorry father, I am not feeling well. could I go to my room?.

Sure darling, Baelish said, hope you get better.

I turn around and went to my rooms, but in reality I was going to delivery a message.

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