Game Of Thrones Fanfic: Lycan

William was staring at his reflection in the stream, even with the distortion caused by the current, the sight of his appearance was striking.

He could only think of one word to describe himself, that word being: awesome.

Of course, only the individual would like this view any other person would tremble with fear.

William at every moment had a certain degree of awareness of his actions, his first death was more cloudy, but he recalls.

After the death of the second 'pig,' slowly his self-control began to return, before that he was seized by rage, pure anger.

The feeling was incredible, it was monstrously pleasurable.

Looking at his present state, a very tall body covered with muscles and hair, of course, but it was magnificent. It was the majestic fusion between the appearance of a human and that of a wolf, much more beautiful than any he had seen in movies, it was splendid.

Its features were that of a wolf, its body structure that of a human.

Opening and closing his hands, he felt the force that his body possessed in this form... It was simply powerful.

It was a perfect body for a predator, each muscle in its proper place, was bulky, but not too bulky, covered by its beautiful coat that was pure white, made it look majestic, some might say it was a work of art.

His claws proved that they could tear flesh and bones, incredibly sharp, his frighteningly powerful teeth made his bite cruel, no doubt deadly instruments, made for battle.

'How tall am I in that shape?' William wondered.

In his human form William was more or less 5 feet tall, now perhaps he was about 10 feet tall. Frighteningly high, it was an extra climax against the courage of those who depose themselves to him.

'I'm a medieval war tank' William thought with humor, no doubt in this world he possessed the potential to be unstoppable.

It was funny that in his human form besides his white skin in a light shade, his hair was of a shiny black, he didn't understand why his Lycan-shaped coat was white.

Probably the meaning is deeper than just that.

He tried to smell himself to try to tell if his smell was that of a dog... Luckily, apart from the strong smell of blood, the smell was human, perhaps a little more attractive, there was something hidden in its scent.

It would undoubtedly be sad to have the smell of a street dog.

When William's gaze focused on his lower body.

Glup (swallowing sound)

N.a.k.e.d.

Without a trace of the clothes was visible.

'Shit I'm sure they won't come back when I turn into the normal form,' William grumbled, a TV trick that would have been appropriate at the time, too bad it was much more real than that.

A small problem, by the way. At least the anatomy and the hair were kept discreet, and nothing 'special' was visible.

If I was a little smaller, maybe the pants would stay on," William thought of a chance, a way to preserve some privacy.

Leaving the little things aside, looking at the reflection in the water, he saw his mouth and c.h.e.s.t stained with blood, and without hesitation he began to head toward the water.

It was very liberating the feeling in this form of Lycan, it was almost addictive, it was this power, not to mention the new things he felt for the time being, he had no idea what all those things were.

And then a sudden perception hit him.

'The clothes, shit, I have to get my traces out of that place,' William suddenly remembered that he had left evidence behind.

Running home, it was easy for him to find out where it was, you couldn't hide the smell of blood from a Lycan.

William's speed was animal-like, running with all four limbs he was faster than a horse, running on the ground or using the trees as his path, he was fast, over the trees like a real beast, William could get to the house quickly.

Looking at the entrance he could see that his height had increased while chasing the second 'pig', at that moment he needed to get back to normal in order to get in there.

Only with the thought of returning to human form did his body slowly begin to change.

It's easy to go back, that's very good," William thought gladly, it could have been a big problem if it hadn't been quick or easy.

In the midst of the transformation William realized that it was possible to control his size as a Lycan, from a huge monster over ten feet tall to a six-foot version.

In human form, n.a.k.e.d William begins to walk around the house n.a.k.e.d.

Wind passing William's n.a.k.e.d a.s.s. Embarrassing things must be remembered.

Looking at the rags that were once his clothes, William quickly picks them up. Looking at the bodies of the mercenary victims.

'Unfortunately I can't bury them, or the guards wouldn't know what happened' with sorrow and sadness about the horror those people had to live through, William begins to walk to Winterfell.

It was better to be quick, soon it would dawn.

William could easily return to his room, the advantages of hearing more, smelling better, and seeing in the dark were perfect for infiltration.

Hours later.

Winterfell dawned like any other day, no one alive knew that a great predator had appeared in the region. It was too early for the world to find out, but it wouldn't take long.

Things were more hectic, the King was early and was due to arrive the next day. Things had to be fixed.

Jon and William were walking toward Robb.

"The training of soldiers will be delayed, it must be resumed after the King's departure" Robb told the news.

"What are we going to do now?" Jon asks with a little sadness being visible in his eyes.

William was looking around, trying to see if the guards had discovered anything, if anything besides the bodies had been found.

"We can train or ride, maybe we can call Theon and play with the bows." Robb gave a few options, but he wasn't too excited.

Arya came running in and grabbed Jon. Right behind her, some servants were following her.

"I don't want to wear those clothes." Arya w.h.i.n.ed as she squeezed her hug tightly.

Jon looked at Arya and then at the maidservants who were looking anxiously.

"Lady Catelyn won't like that." Jon tried to convince her, he couldn't challenge Lady Stark.

Arya shook herself while hugging Jon, so she let him go and ran to Robb.

"Please save me" with puppy eyes Arya asked.

Robb laughed and put his hand on Arya's head.

"You must obey your mother, you must learn to be a Lady." Robb spoke in support of his mother's reasons, this young lady had to become more polite, didn't she?

Arya shook herself again and ran to William, this time she just made a face of suffering, it seemed she was suffering great torment, poor thing.

William looks at those bright little eyes and can't resist.

"Tell Aunt Arya's playing with us, we'll play with the bows," William told the maidservants.

Arya started smiling and hugged him.

"You're the best." Arya speaks in a spoiled tone.

"But Lady asked him to take her," Serva insists, they had to carry out their orders or they couldn't get promotions...

"Aunt will understand, Arya is still a child" William speaks with conviction, he didn't want to give room for further argumentation.

Arya nudges him in the ribs as a sign of a dam for what had been said.

"I'm not a child," Arya replies pouting, pity she acted perfectly like one, she was undoubtedly betrayed by her actions.

The boys just look at her and smile.

Bow training is fun if you're good, William had a normal bow skills, and that was sad, at least better than Jon.

But among all of them the best would be Theon, but his words always meant some provocation, even if it was mild, it was annoying, and most of the people who interacted with him were Jon and Robb, even Arya, who was a child, didn't like talking to him, but William still didn't hate him.

Holding the bow while he thought about his next steps, William tried to decide which way to go.

His assets changed, they changed for the better. But they affected his plans, and some adjustments were needed.

Aside from the things that wouldn't change, he thought of a way to save Ned Stark's life, a way to prevent Sansa from being tortured, and a way to allow Arya to walk her way.

Things are extremely complicated, he thought several times, but never could find a way to save Ned.

He wouldn't give up on anyone, they were all part of his family. The world may suffer and bleed, but his loved ones never, ever.

Looking around as William thought, he eventually saw Lady Catelyn approaching.

Rising and drawing the attention of others, William waits for his aunt.

Catelyn looks at them and their dirty clothes. His gaze changed to disapproval.

"They're filthy, go to the bath, then you must try on some clothes to make sure everything's all right tomorrow, the King should arrive in the morning." Catelyn of your orders explaining the reason.

Arya's a tantrum, but it couldn't be helped, she was already approaching the time.

"But we've already chosen our clothes," Robb tries to argue.

Catelyn looked at his son with searching eyes, trying to understand if it was a rebellion.

"There must be no mistakes, the King will be here." Catelyn speaks and moves his eyes, indicating for them to move.

The troupe of troublemakers begin to head for the dungeons to receive the torture.

A while later.

William was taking a bath, but his thoughts were still on the facts about the future.

If nothing was done, things would go the way you watched, even if it was slower that way.

How could he change the fate of the Stark house?

Now as a Lycan, he was an unparalleled warrior, but it was very recent, he needed to learn more about his current state, after feeding off those two pigs his body was stronger, it was almost a certainty that his strength would rise as he fed, but would that be enough to wage a war for Ned Stark alone?

Certainly not, at the moment he wasn't able to avoid Ned's fate, all that remained was to try to convince his uncle not to go.

Over the years, William has always tried to make Ned understand that it's not good to go to King's Landing.

The problem was that Ned knew that place was a nest of vipers, in the series he knew it too, but he still was, because he was Ned Stark and Ned Stark was like that, loyal and hardheaded.

If Ned didn't go south a lot of things would change, would it be for the best?

William had long planned a way to turn the game around, from an early age finding ways to earn money and soldiers, piracy was the easiest way.

He could try to invest in ideas he knew would work if he came across them, things like soap and so on, he didn't know how to create those things, unfortunately he was never the guy in science, he liked fantasy and fictions about magic, his path in his previous life didn't help much, only the ideas in his mind helped him, he wasn't inflexible like almost everyone else in this world.

With the money in hand he would buy Immaculate, great warriors, disciplined and loyal, and then he would mount a navy, merchant and war, which would work, of course.

But one point has never changed, something that has always tormented him, and that is the first step in the plot, the death of Ned Stark.