Teen Wolf: Dragon Among Wolves

Chapter 180: Chapter 180: The Fall of Littlefinger

After finally venting his anger, Jacob healed Littlefinger one last time and stepped back. He left him lying on the ground—physically whole, but utterly broken.

Jacob walked back to his chair and sat down. He let out a long breath, ran a hand through his hair, and turned to Arya.

”Arya,” he said, his eyes and voice normal again. ”He’s all yours.”

Arya’s smile widened. She stood up, cracked her knuckles, and walked toward Littlefinger.

Then Jacob turned to Sansa. His expression softened.

”Sorry you had to see that,” he said quietly. ”I love my wives and family. I’m very good and tolerant toward them. But I show no mercy to my enemies.”

Sansa looked at him—at this strange, arrogant, terrifying, handsome gentleman who had appeared out of nowhere and inserted himself into her life.

She should have been afraid of him.

But somehow, she wasn’t. He was even pleasing to her eyes.

”You don’t need to apologize,” she said softly. ”He deserved much worse than that.”

Arya walked toward Littlefinger, drawing her dagger.

Littlefinger looked up at her—at the youngest Stark, the one he had never bothered to factor into his plans—and saw his death in her eyes.

”Wait,” he begged. ”Please. Don’t kill me.” He looked at Sansa desperately. ”Sansa, please. I can give you the Vale. I can help you take back Winterfell. I can help you ally with the Tyrells and the Martells. I can help you destroy the Lannisters. I can give you the Iron Throne. Please—”

Sansa interrupted him. ”You can’t give me anything. And I don’t want anything from you, Lord Baelish.” She caught Jacob’s hand and looked at him with a smile. ”If I want something, my husband will give it to me. As for the Iron Throne—my husband said he wants it, and he will be the king of all Westeros. And I believe him.”

Jacob just winked at her with a smile and said nothing.

Sansa turned back to Littlefinger. ”Your scheming and plans end here, Lord Baelish.” Her voice was cold, final. ”Arya. Kill him.”

Arya crouched down beside him and pressed the tip of her knife against his cheek.

”I will see how many stabs you can take before you die,” she said. ”Consider each stab is for my parents, my brothers, and every northern man, woman, and child who died in the war you caused.”

Littlefinger stared at her in horror. Before he could say anything, Arya stabbed him in the arm—making him scream. Then she kept stabbing. His arms. His hands. His legs. His stomach. She finished with a few quick stabs to his chest and his heart, then slashed his throat.

She sheathed her dagger and watched the light go out of Littlefinger’s eyes. Then she stood up.

”Don’t worry, Littlefinger,” she said quietly. ”I will send Cersei and everyone else who wronged my family soon to join you in hell.”

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The Vale knights watched everything in stunned silence. Their leader cleared his throat and spoke carefully to Jacob. ”Your Grace, may we leave?”

Jacob nodded. ”Sure.”

The leader hesitated, then asked, ”Will Lady Sansa be staying with you, or will she be returning with us?”

Sansa shook her head. ”No. You can go back. I’m staying with my husband and sister.”

The leader bowed. ”Alright, my lady. Stay safe.” He turned to leave with the other knights.

Jacob’s voice stopped them. ”Wait a moment.”

The knights turned. The leader asked, ”What can we do for you, Your Grace?”

Jacob’s expression was serious. ”Tell Yohn Royce everything Littlefinger did. Tell him he manipulated Lysa into killing Jon Arryn, then killed her himself. Tell him that Robin isn’t an Arryn—he’s the bastard son of Littlefinger and Lysa.” He paused. ”And tell him that I will visit him soon—with Sansa and Arya. The entire Vale will have to choose: swear allegiance to me as their king, or go to war with me. I don’t really care what they choose. I will take the Vale either way. But if they choose war... you know the consequences.”

Jacob stomped his foot and used his earth element. Thirty rock golems emerged from the ground, surrounding the twelve knights.

The knights stared at the stone monsters around them in fear. Their leader swallowed hard. ”I... I will tell Lord Yohn Royce everything you said, Your Grace. As for what he will decide... that’s not up to me.”

Jacob nodded. ”Alright. You can leave.”

He was about to make the golems disappear, but Arya spoke up. ”Jacob, can I fight your rock puppets?”

Jacob paused. ”Sure. Go ahead. But be careful—they’re strong.”

Arya smirked and attacked one of the golems. Jacob ordered it to fight back.

The rock golem’s fist clashed with Arya’s. The golem’s fist cracked. Arya was sent flying backward, hit the ground, and rolled several times before she stood up. She clenched her aching fist and smiled excitedly.

She attacked again.

She managed to break the first golem’s rocky arm. Jacob didn’t bother to strengthen it. Arya only had beta werewolf strength, so he didn’t give the golems too much energy—just enough to be almost as strong as a beta werewolf. Let Arya enjoy her fight.

Arya was fast, but the golems attacked together. Although they were slightly weaker than her, with thirty of them, she was getting beaten badly. But she didn’t give up. She kept fighting and managed to destroy two of them.

The Vale knights, Sansa, Brienne, and Podrick watched in shock. The fight between Arya and the golems was terrifying. Every time Arya’s fist or kick clashed with the golems, it sounded like thunder.

The knights swallowed hard, exchanged fearful glances, then mounted their horses and whipped them hard, fleeing as fast as they could.

Jacob hugged the stunned Sansa from behind and whispered in her ear. ”Don’t be too shocked. I will make you strong too. Strong enough to fight an army of knights—or even wyverns, or what you call dragons—and win with ease.”

Sansa turned excitedly to Jacob. ”Really?”

Jacob smirked. ”Really.”

Sansa realized her face was so close to Jacob’s that her nose was touching his. She blushed and turned back to watch Arya fight the golems.

Jacob just smiled, rested his chin on her shoulder, and watched with her.

After a while, Arya lay on the ground, exhausted. She had destroyed ten more golems. Jacob made the rest melt back into the earth.

He released Sansa, waved his hand, and a fire serpent burst from his palm, burning Littlefinger’s body to ash.

He stored the three chairs back in his pocket dimension, then took Sansa in his arms again, wrapped everyone in his telekinesis, and teleported to the gate of Moat Cailin.

When they reappeared, Sansa was dizzy but didn’t fall—Jacob was still holding her.

Brienne and Podrick fell to the muddy ground.

Arya managed to stay standing, but barely. She looked at Jacob. ”Can you warn me next time you use your tele-whatever ability?”

Jacob ignored her and looked at the three lizard-lions, who had spotted him and were moving toward him with excitement.

Sansa saw them and screamed. She hid behind Jacob and peeked out. ”Oh my God! What are those?”

Brienne and Podrick scrambled to their feet. Brienne drew her sword. ”Those are lizard-lions. But I’ve never heard of them being this big.”

Jacob raised a hand. ”Everyone, relax. They’re just my sweet pets.”

Sansa stared. ”Pets?”

Jacob nodded and walked toward the three lizard-lions. They stood on their hind legs and awkwardly raised their front legs near their heads—a salute.

Jacob saluted back. ”Nice. Your salute is almost perfect. Now I only need to teach you to walk upright and ask Cogman to make you suits and sunglasses. Then you’ll be my bodyguards.” He looked at Arya. ”What do you think? It took me a lot of food and effort to teach them that. But they look cool saluting me, right?”

Arya shook her head. ”No. They look scary and creepy. What’s next? Are they going to talk?”

Jacob laughed. ”I wish.”

He looked back at the three lizard-lions. ”You boys did a good job scaring Littlefinger. So I will reward you with a feast. But first...” He pointed at Sansa behind him, then at Brienne and Podrick. ”Don’t attack them. They’re my people.”

The three lizard-lions lowered themselves and studied Sansa and the others, memorizing their faces. Then they looked at Jacob expectantly.

Jacob smiled and bought enough Sea King meat and Sker Buffalo meat from the system store to fill the bellies of the three giant creatures. He tossed it to them. ”Remember—don’t fight.”

The three lizard-lions ate without fighting.

Jacob turned to Brienne and Podrick, who were still dirty from the mud. He cast a cleaning spell on them, then handed them water bottles, bread, fruits, and four rotisserie chickens.

”This is your lunch and dinner,” he said. ”Find a place to stay in this castle tonight. Sansa, Arya, and I will be staying in the round white house inside the fortress. You’ll know it when you see it—it’s hard to miss. We’ll see you tomorrow.”

Brienne took the food. ”Thank you, Your Grace. We will keep watch tonight. If anything happens, we’ll let you know.”

Jacob nodded, hugged Sansa, placed his hand on Arya’s head, and teleported them in front of the capsule house.

He opened the door and smiled at Sansa. ”Welcome home.”

Sansa stared at the beautiful house—nothing like she had ever seen before. Then she looked at Jacob. ”Just who are you really? And where did you come from?”

Jacob held the door wider. ”Come on in. I’ll tell you everything.”

Arya bounced excitedly. ”Can we watch The Lord of the Rings again? I want her to see Boromir.”

Jacob raised an eyebrow. ”Isn’t that going to make her sad? Even you—who pretends to be a tough girl—cried when you saw him.”

Arya shrugged. ”Well, Boromir is the spitting image of him. I couldn’t help it. And I think Sansa will be sad, but she will want to see him again—even though it’s not really him.”

Sansa looked between them. ”Who is this Boromir you’re talking about?”

Arya smiled. ”You’ll see him soon. Don’t be too shocked.”

Jacob sighed. ”Fine. We’ll watch The Lord of the Rings again. Now let’s go inside.”

He cast a cleaning spell on all three of them, and they entered the house.

Jacob and Arya gave Sansa a tour, explaining everything about the house—the lights, the refrigerator, the television. Then Jacob told her that he was from another world.

They sat at the table, and Jacob pulled out all kinds of food from his pocket dimension—pizza, burgers and fries, cooked steaks, salads, fruits, and sodas.

Arya ate happily. Sansa tried everything, surprised and delighted at how tasty it was.

When they finished eating, Jacob gave Sansa some of his clothes—sweatpants and a hoodie—to change into. Arya took her to a room upstairs, and they both changed.

Jacob changed into comfortable clothes too. Then the three of them gathered in the living room.

Jacob put on The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring and sat in the recliner. He opened his arms to Sansa. ”Come sit with me.”

Sansa blushed—but she walked to him and sat with him in the recliner. He hugged her close.

Arya sat on the couch alone, not caring about them. The three of them watched the movie together.

To be continued... 😊

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