Revenge of the wolves

The wolf pack chapter 8: Jon

We were planning how to take Winterfell back, we were already five days in Skagos, waiting for the right time, when one of the Skagosi enter the tent,.

Prince Jon, king Rickon, we spotted riders, he said

Could it be her, asked Rickon, lets find out, I said.

As we went outside, I spotted various riders, there were three woman, then I open my eyes, it was Sansa and Arya, Brianne has fulfill her promise to lady Stark, I then notice Ghost and Shaggydog running to meet their lost sister as well, as we run with Rickon to reunite with our sisters, and we embrace in a hug, we will never forget.

Mother!, said Rickon as she hug Sansa the most.

Arya!, I said, as I hug her to, the pack was reunited.

As we enter the tent after our long embrace.

So now what?, Sansa said.

We take back Winterfell, I said, we will make the Boltons pay, then Freys, then the Lannisters.

You don't have to be worry about the freys, Arya said then.

What is that supposed to mean?, I asked Arya.

I killed Walder Frey, Arya said, I avenge our brother and our mother.

Good, I said, next on the list is Roose Bolton.

A few days later, we exit Skagos and return to home, Winterfell was loser than ever, today it was the parley.

As Arya, Sansa, Rickon, I, along with the lady of bear island, Glavar Glover, and lord Mandarly, as well as Tormund, and the lord of the Magnar of Skagos rode to meet Roose Bolton and his bastard son, Ramsay Snow, they were also approching with the KarkStark and the Umber that was supposed to be with him.

Perfect lord Snow, said Roose Bolton, now surrender to me and declare me warder of the north and my son lord of Winterfell, also please give my son his wife back.

And what is her name, if I may asked, I said.

Come on bastard, said Ramsay Snow, Arya Stark, your sister.

Arya, do you know this man?, I asked my little sister.

I don't know who this bastard is, said Arya.

What is that supposed to mean?, said the Umber, who is this girl?

This is the real Arya my lord, I said, my sister, the one who this bastard married was the bast friend of my sister Sansa, Jeyne Poole, Roose Bolton, we will never called you warden of the north, not after what you did to my brother Robb, the king in the north,

You are a bastard as well, said Roose.

Not anymore, said Rickon, he is my hand, and he will rule until I am older enough.

You don't have the men, said Roose Bolton.

Tomorrow, you will die, said Sansa, and you both will pay, as she rode off, we following them.

Prepare your selfs, and sleep well, I said, the we road behind her.