Teen Wolf: Dragon Among Wolves

Chapter 172: Chapter 172: Arriving in a New World – Part 2

Jacob decided to walk around Braavos after he finished his meal. He went upstairs to his room and took a look at the clothes the system had given him as rewards, now stored in his pocket dimension. There were many—all kinds of styles, for both women and men.

He chose one he liked: a finely crafted, form-fitting outfit that blended nobility with a martial edge. The material looked like dark, scaled leather resembling dragon hide, with red and golden accents running along the seams and edges. At the center of the chest sat a circular sigil featuring a fierce dragon’s head with glowing red eyes, giving off a subtle, fiery glow. A flowing, red-lined cape completed the ensemble, adding a regal presence.

Jacob put the outfit on. Then he took his sword, Griffin, from his pocket dimension and hung it on his waist. He admired himself in the room’s mirror. ’Not bad.’ He glanced at the cape behind him and smirked. ’I feel like a superhero now.’

After admiring his new clothes one more time, he knocked on the wall and called out loud, ”Arry, come to my room.”

Soon, Arya knocked on the door. Jacob opened it, and Arya’s eyes went wide at his clothes.

Jacob smirked. ”What do you think? I look like a king now, right?”

Arya nodded. ”Yeah. And your clothes look really good. I’m a little jealous. But where did they come from?”

”They appeared just like this.” Jacob smirked and extended his hand. With a thought, an outfit that mirrored his design—but without the cape—materialized in his hand from his pocket dimension.

Arya frowned. ”You still haven’t told me where they came from.”

Jacob shrugged. ”I can store things in a spatial dimension. Anyway, don’t worry about that too much.”

He waved his hand and cast the cleaning spell on Arya.

Arya saw a white light surround her body and panicked. ”What did you do to me?”

Jacob said, ”Relax. It’s just a cleaning spell.”

Arya relaxed. After the light faded, she felt fresh and clean like never before—even her clothes had become spotless.

She wanted to ask more questions, but Jacob stuffed the clothes into her hands. ”Okay, go put these on. Don’t worry about the size—they’ll adjust to your body after you put them on. You’re one of my people now. You can’t go around looking like a beggar and embarrass me. Now hurry up. I want to go for a walk.”

Arya didn’t say a word. She liked the clothes very much, so she took them and hurried back to her room.

Half an hour later, she returned. Jacob shook his head. ”Women are all the same. It doesn’t matter their age or which world they’re from.”

Arya ignored the jab. ”How do I look?”

Jacob crossed his arms. ”You look half an hour late.”

Arya smiled. ”That’s because I really love these clothes. I don’t like dresses or girly clothes. These are more to my liking. And out of curiosity, I tried to stab them with my sword, but I found out I couldn’t penetrate them.”

Jacob said, ”Oh, I forgot to tell you. The clothes I’m wearing and the ones I gave you are enchanted to fit anyone who wears them, resist wear, stains, and blade slashes and arrows. But you should be careful—they don’t work against enchanted swords and arrows. Valyrian steel might penetrate them.”

He walked out of the room. ”Now, let’s go for a walk.”

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As they walked outside the inn, everyone stared at them and gave way. Jacob didn’t care. He simply admired Braavos—the shimmering canals, the buildings, the distant sound of water lapping against stone.

Arya glanced at him from time to time, hesitating, until he said without looking at her, ”What do you want to ask?”

Arya took a breath. ”Why is the sigil of your house a dragon? Are you related to the Targaryens? Or are you just mocking them—like the other houses that use dragons in their sigils?”

Jacob said, ”Neither. And if you stick with me, you’ll find out.”

Arya said, ”Okay. As long as you make me strong, I’ll stick with you. And once I take my revenge, my sword and my life will be yours.”

Jacob asked, as if he didn’t already know, ”Revenge?”

Arya’s jaw tightened. ”I’ll tell you about it when I tell you my name.” She changed the subject. ”Have you seen a dragon before?”

Jacob laughed—a loud, genuine laugh. ’You’re talking to one,’ he thought.

Arya frowned. ”Why are you laughing? Do you think they’re extinct?”

Jacob finally stopped laughing. ”No, that’s not it. I just thought of something funny.” He stopped walking and looked out at the sea. ”Haven’t you heard? Somewhere in Essos, there’s a Dragon Queen. She has three dragons. Her name is Daenerys Targaryen.”

Arya’s eyes widened. ”Really?”

Jacob nodded.

Arya’s voice quickened with excitement. ”Is she the person you’re looking for? Do you know her?”

Jacob started walking again. ”I don’t know her. And I definitely want to meet her. But now isn’t the time. Right now, I’m going to Winterfell to look for a girl named Sansa Stark.”

Arya stopped dead. Her hand went to her sword. She stared at him warily. ”Why are you looking for her?”

Jacob turned back to her and chuckled. ”You seem to know her. Either she’s on your revenge list, or you care for her. Which is it?”

Arya’s voice was hard. ”Tell me what you want from her.”

Jacob’s expression was calm. ”You’ve been asking questions since we met, and I’ve answered them patiently. It’s time to answer some of mine.”

Arya just stared at him, silent.

Jacob shrugged and started walking again. ”If you don’t want to talk, I’m not talking either. And you can remove your hand from your sword. That thing can’t hurt me. And if you draw it, I will not show you mercy.”

Arya sighed. She remembered she couldn’t win against him. She couldn’t even run if she wanted to. She decided to trust him. She walked to his side and asked, ”Can you at least tell me if you’re trying to harm her or not? Then I’ll tell you my relationship with her.”

Jacob said, ”What if I lied to you?”

Arya met his eyes. ”I don’t believe someone as strong as you would lie to a weak girl like me.”

Jacob smiled. ”You’re right. I will not lie to a little girl. I will not harm Sansa. I just heard that she is beautiful, and I like beautiful women. I plan to find her and propose marriage.”

Arya blinked. ”That’s it?”

Jacob nodded. ”That’s it. Now your turn.”

Arya looked around, then lowered her voice to a whisper. ”My name is Arya Stark. Sansa is my sister.”

Jacob looked at her for a moment, then turned and continued walking. ”Is that so? Then we’ll be family in the future.”

Arya studied him for a moment, then sighed in relief when she saw that he didn’t care she was a Stark. ”If she agrees to marry you.”

Jacob smirked. ”She will. With how handsome I am, no woman can resist falling in love with me at first sight.”

Arya snorted. ”I didn’t.”

Jacob glanced at her. ”You’re not a woman. You’re a kid.”

Arya flipped him off. He just shook his head and laughed.

Arya said, ”You said you’re going to look for Sansa in Winterfell, but isn’t she in King’s Landing?”

Jacob shook his head. ”No, she’s not. I have news that she’s now with Littlefinger, thinking she’s safe. But what she doesn’t know is that Littlefinger will betray her and sell her to the Boltons.”

Arya’s face hardened. ”Then we need to find her soon.”

Jacob asked, ”How long would it take to sail from here to White Harbor?”

Arya frowned. ”I don’t know. It took me a moon’s turn to sail from Saltpans to Braavos. I only arrived yesterday.”

Jacob said, ”That’s too much time. But I have a solution.”

Arya’s eyes lit up. ”Then when are we going?”

Jacob said, ”Tomorrow. She’s still safe for now, so there’s no hurry.”

As they continued walking, Jacob asked, ”So, your revenge is against the people who killed your father in King’s Landing, and your brother and mother at the Red Wedding?”

Arya’s voice was cold. ”Yes. I will kill them all. Every last one of them.”

Jacob nodded. ”Then you have to work hard. That’s a long list of people to kill.”

Arya said, ”It is. So when are you going to teach me?”

Jacob smiled. ”When your sister says yes to marrying me. So you should help me convince her.”

Arya smirked. ”That won’t be hard. Her head is filled with love and girly dreams—at least, that’s how I remember her. She was obsessed with songs and romantic stories. She trained her whole life to be a good wife, and maybe a queen. You just need to show her that you’re strong and wealthy, and she’ll be willing to marry you.”

Jacob’s expression grew thoughtful. ”She’s probably changed from the girl you remember. After all, she had to survive alone in King’s Landing for years, surrounded by her enemies.”

Arya sighed. ”You’re right. I’ve changed too.”

With that, Arya fell silent, probably thinking about the past. Jacob didn’t bother her. They walked around Braavos until nightfall, watching the lights flicker on across the canals, listening to the distant songs of sailors and the soft lapping of water.

Then they headed back to the inn. After eating, they went upstairs, each to their own room, and slept.

To be continued... 😊

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