The Lord Commander swore he found the Stark camp.

In my desperate struggle to find Edda again I let him lead Lya and I and twenty five other men to it. "You better be right about this camp, my Lord," I had warned "Or I will be feeding you to the dogs."

Lucky for him he was right.

He led us up a mountain which overlooked the camp. Stark, Mormont, and Mazin banners amongst many more could be seen. I knew what my men were thinking: We won't make it out of this camp alive.

I turned to look at their frightened faces. I'd heard them whisper that I'd changed, that I was like a mad dog 'hunting for his bitch'.

"Men," I said, leaping off the horse Blood, "When the night falls we will storm into the Stark camp and take Lady Bolton back home to Winterfell. If any of you cowards tries to run away I will have your families flayed and hung next to my banners."

They all nodded nervously. "Yes my Lord," many mumbled.

I turned to the camp once more. My men let me stare at the tent as they prepared for the rescue mission. Lya stood next to me. The mighty wolf, who was more than half my height, sniffed the air. No doubt she'd caught Edda's scent.

"Soon, my direwolf pet," I petted her hair. "Soon we'll take back what was stolen from us fifteen fortnights ago"

....

The sun had set.

The camp was dormant.

The time was now.

With my men by my side I galloped down to the camp, Lya howling in the wind as she ran ahead of us. The first unlucky men to wake up and stumble out of their tent were pierced through the heart by my arrows.

Dozens of men ran out of their tents, wielding their swords and other weapons. Wildlings appeared as well.

"FIND HER!" I commanded as I shot my arrows at every man I could aim at. An arrow flew next to my head but I quickly ducked.

Lya growled at something in the distance. As my men fought and were killed by Stark men I followed the direwolf, realizing where she was going the moment I saw her.

An older red-headed girl led my pregnant wife out of her tent rapidly, followed by a blonde woman in knight's armor and a boy with dark hair. Outside awaited a red-bearded Wilding atop a spotted horse.

They dare mount my fair Lady on the same steed as a Wildling scum?

"EDDA!" I called out. She and the people around her froze at the sight of me in the near distance. I let out an angry huff as I aimed my arrow at the Wildling who extended his hand for her.

But just then Blood was wounded by a sword through his legs, and I fell off him. If I had not thrown myself to the snowy ground I would've been crushed by his weight.

I rolled off my back and onto my feet to be met by Jon Snow. He had a huge Valyrian sword, one he meant to swing at me had Lya not tried to leap on him, forcing him to turn his attention to not getting killed by a direwolf.

My love was carried away on a horse by the Wildling into the foresty mountain. "FOLLOW HER!" I exclaimed before realizing all my men were dead or fighting for their life. Jon Snow tried to call his men to kill me as he swung his sword at Lya, but they could not hear him in time.

I started running after Edda, abandoning the remainder of my men, soon to be slaughtered by the Starks. I aimed my arrow at the leg of the horse carrying Edda and the Wildling, releasing my bow just in time for them to disappear into the forest. A loud neigh followed by Edda's scream could be heard from in between the trees.

Lya caught up to me. Her neck bled from another direwolf's bite.

"Find her!" I commanded as we both ran into the forest, my wild beast tracking her scent.