Authors note: I am glad last chapters revise made a few people feel better, I know I did. I still needed something bad to happen, but I feel like it didn't need to be so brutal. She could use a break that's for sure. Anyways, thank you everyone. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW PLEASE. =] This is going to be a short chapter...

Chapter 11: Dragons and Wolves

Sansa's eyes fluttered to the bright sun that shown through the windows of her room. She tried to sit up, but pain seared through her body as the realization of what had happened came to her. It hadn't been a bad dream at all, and now she had to live with it. She began to hate herself for the dark thoughts she had had about Theon, the self preservation that took hold of her. She looked over to see Arya fast asleep in a chair beside her. Sansa reached out to touch Arya's shoulder, waking her up. Arya jumped before shaking herself back to reality, like a wolf she is, Sansa thought with a smile.

"You're awake," Arya said relieved, "you've been asleep for days."

"For days?" Sansa was surprised by this, and tried to once more sit up. Arya gripped her sisters elbow to help her steady herself, "where are we?"

"We are at Castle Black," Arya said steadying her sister until she could sit alone. Sansa's hand fell to her stomach where she took a lot of damage, large bruising stung to the touch where Ramsay's boots had left their imprint.

"Can you help me up," Sansa asked looking to her sister, Arya nodded grasping her hand and under her arm pit. Sansa stumbled a little but her little sister caught her bravely. Sansa found herself in front of a mirror, she was dressed in a black robe that was much to large for her and clearly fit for a man, her hair was pulled back into a ponytail with only a few strands falling loose in her face. Sansa's hand lifted to touch the bruises on her face, the deep cut that had tore at her lip. Sansa felt a few spots on her side that to be sewed up, which reminded her of when Ramsay had kicked her so hard she fell into the edge of a broken board that had cut her deeply in several spots tearing her dress. Sansa couldn't stop looking at herself, a void in her eyes as she observed herself, "I look monstrous."

"You do not," Arya said quickly, "you will heal."

"I don't think I will," Sansa turned to look at her little sister. A man had walked in catching them off guard.

"You are awake, great," the man said with an awkward laugh, he was short and quite large with a jolly face, "Jon wanted me to check on you."

"He couldn't check on me himself?" Sansa asked with annoyance.

"We should never have come," Arya said taking Sansa's hand in her own, showing a loving affection she rarely shown.

"The Lord Commander is much busy," the man said walking towards them, "I'm Sam. You must be Sansa and Arya, he speaks often of you."

"Does he now?" Arya said venomously. She was clearly not believing this by the way Jon had abandoned him.

"We should go," Sansa said looking to Arya.

"I cant let you leave," Sam said putting his hands up.

"You don't want to push me fat man," Arya said stepping up to him, Sam quickly stepped back.

"I'll be back," Sam huffed nervously as he turn to go fetch Jon.

Sansa and Arya had already packed the few things they had when they called for Gendry. Jon was quick to enter the room, his eyes wide when he saw her. Sansa stopped what she was doing, forgetting for a moment she was angry with him, but then it returned and she looked away handing her bag to Gendry.

"You aren't to leave," Jon said firmly as he stepped into the room.

"You abandoned us," Sansa said with angry hooded eyes, he could see more clearly the bruises and marks that scared her once pale skin.

"I did not," Jon walked hastily towards her.

"You did," Arya agreed.

"We thought you were in trouble and came to aid you, but I see that isn't so," Sansa said angrily.

"Can you please give us a moment," Jon said to Arya and Gendry.

"Not if..." Arya tried to argue but was cut off.

"I am the Lord Commander here, you can wait outside," Jon growled. Arya didn't think she could ever be angry with Jon, but she was livid. Gendry grabbed Arya's hand.

"Come," Gendry said gently, "we will be only a moment."

"Fine," Arya muttered under her breath as she walked out with Gendry.

"Sansa," Jon said walking towards her.

"I don't want to hear it, Jon," Sansa backed away from him, "you aren't the man I thought you were..."

"I needed to find myself, I needed a little time," Jon said hastily as he tried to grab her hand.

"No, do not touch me," Sansa hissed, "you may be Lord Commander of this castle, but I am Sansa Stark of Winterfell, you don't own me, you don't control me, and you cant tell me what to do."

"Sansa, please listen to reason," Jon couldn't hold back the pain in his eyes, "you cannot leave. Ramsay is still out there, and I will find and destroy him if its the last thing I do."

"I can handle myself," Sansa turned to look away, afraid she would break and give in.

"I know you can, love, but..."

"Do not call me that, don't you dare speak of love," Sansa growled, the inner wolf fueling her fire.

"Ramsay may be a beast and evil," Sansa turned to look at him once more, "but you are a coward, Jon."

"I am sorry," Jon said softly, "please let me make it up to you."

"I want to get home, I have a marriage to plan," Sansa used it like fire to burn Jon, and it clearly worked. For a moment he thought he would stop breathing.

"You plan to still wed that fancy prick?" Jon's voice was full of his own fire.

"Indeed," Sansa crossed her arms.

"Very well, let me not keep you waiting," Jon said angrily storming towards the door, "I'll prepare a group to return you to your true love."

Sansa did not say another word as Jon had stormed out. Once gone she let out the breath she had been holding, sobs began to take control. Arya and Gendry returned to the room to help Sansa. Sansa found herself regretting the things she had said... so badly she wanted him to hold her in his arms. But it was hard for her to forgive him for leaving.

Winterfell was sent into a multi-panic as Theon had arrived with the news of the Boltons betrayal, as well news that Ramsay had killed his own father and little brother. What had them the most in a panic was Dragons had been spotted not far from them, heading towards Winterfell. It wasn't long before one had landed with a woman with long silver hair and purple eyes landed. Robb, Theon, Nedd, and Catelyn were the first to walk out and greet the stranger. She slid off, wearing strange leather clothing that had told them she traveled from the dessert lands. When Robb's eyes met hers something seemed to spark, and from that moment Robb knew he was lost to her. She took a few steps before them, her dragon screeching in warning that if they harmed her there would be punishment. Robb was the first to step forward as if she was pulling him to her, and before he knew it he had been on one knee before her.

"Milady," he said bowing his head. Daenerys swallowed nervously, having not planned on feeling what she felt, not after the loss of her husband.

"Please, stand," she said softly. Robb rose and his eyes met hers once more, "I've come for my nephew."