Wolf's Blood | Daenerys Targaryen |

Chapter Twenty-Two

The Night King

  The group continues their trek north, and the previous conversation had dwindled as they walked in a single file line. In the distance, they finally see a mountain shaped like an arrowhead, “Are we going there?” Donner asks his voice practically a yell due to the wind around them.

  The blizzard had turned into a monster as they marched across the landscape. Nearby, a weird growl can be heard. The men look at each other with worried expressions, “Circle up!” Jon yells over the wind. The men make a defensive circle with their swords drawn.

  One of the soldiers, a wildling wearing red, wanders away from the circle, trying to figure out what the creature is, “Hey, dumbfuck. Get back here!” Donner yells to the man.

  His voice appears to be unheard when the man wanders further. Out of nowhere, a white flash runs by them and the man is gone. His cries of pain seem to move further away until they stop, “What was that?” Donner asks.

  More growling can be heard and before anyone realizes what's happening, the same beast attacks Thoros.

  The beast is revealed to be a reanimated polar bear. It pins Thoros to the ground, slashing at his stomach in the process. Thoros fights back, igniting his flaming sword. With gloved hands, he holds the sword in the bridge of the reanimated polar bear's mouth to stop it from biting him

  The Hound only stares at the flaming sword, he freezes in fear, unable to move. Beric drives his flashing sword into the head of the reanimated polar bear, causing it to drop like a sack of rocks.

  Donner and the other men push the bear off of Thoros who appeared to be fatally injured. Beric uses his falling sword to cauterize the wound in an attempt to save the man's life

  Donner approaches Jon who still has his sword drawn, “They’re going to pick us off one by one.”

  Jon could only give him a hopeful look, “Maybe we can find cover somewhere.”

  “And be cornered. I think not. Remember Hardhome. They scaled the fucking gate. They broke holes in the gate. We're going to fucking die.” Donner said. Jon was about to speak when an expression of horror washed over his brother's face, “That was reanimated. Wights are reanimated. They are reanimated by White Walkers.”

  The same wave of horror washed over Jon, “That means White Walkers are nearby…” Jon trailed off before addressing the raiding party, “We must move. Now.”

  Donner knew there was no possible way to avoid the White Walker of the wights. Sandor throws Thoros over his back and the raiding party runs across the landscape until they run into a hoard of wights and one White Walker that looks similar to the one Jon had killed at Hardhome.

  The White Walker notices them and immediately, the wights charge at the group. Jon and the White Walker face off while the others including Donner attempt to capture a wight. It's hard as all of the other wights also attack at the same time.
 
  Donner grips the hilt of his sword tightly in his gloved hand. A white charged at him. It looked to be only a skeleton. Donner swung his sword blindly, not knowing where to aim for. The sword makes contact with the bone, causing the wight to freeze where it is. It falls down into a pile of bones. Donner stares at the dead wight, very relieved.

  From behind, a wight jumps onto his back, sinking its decaying fingers into his neck. Donner immediately moves to shake it off. He throws himself forward into the snow and the wight tumbles off his back.

  As soon as he picks himself up off the ground, the wight is up with him. It swings its sword wildly in his direction. Donner barely has enough time to back away from the blade.