Teen Wolf: Dragon Among Wolves

Chapter 183: Chapter 183: Gifts of Power

Jacob teleported with Sansa far away from Moat Cailin, landing atop a grassy mountain.

Sansa looked around, brushing a strand of red hair from her face. ”What are we doing here? Are you going to call your dragon?”

Jacob shook his head. ”Not yet. First, I want to ask you again—are you willing to marry me? Are you willing to spend the rest of your life with me?”

Sansa met his eyes without hesitation. ”Yes.”

Jacob raised his right hand. A red tattoo appeared in the center of his palm—a circle with a dragon’s head at its heart. ”Then drop your blood here.”

Sansa studied the glowing symbol. ”What for?”

Jacob explained, ”So you will become my wife. You’ll understand after you do it.”

Sansa nodded. ”Okay. But I need something to prick my finger.”

Jacob took her hand. With his claw—which made her eyes widen—he made a small cut on her finger. ”You’ll understand why I have claws later. Now, drip your blood on the tattoo.”

She let her blood fall onto the symbol. The tattoo glowed with a bright, vivid light, then slowly faded until it vanished entirely.

Both of them closed their eyes as the magical contract sealed their bond. In Jacob’s mind, a screen materialized:

[Contract Successful. Congratulations, Host. You are now married to Sansa Stark. The two of you are bound for life. You cannot betray one another, and her mind is protected from being read by any other creature. You can communicate with her telepathically, and you will sense when she is in danger.]

Jacob opened his eyes and looked at Sansa, who was still processing the connection with her eyes shut. ’I wonder what kind of bloodline Sansa will get when we sleep together,’ he mused.

Soon, Sansa opened her eyes, a look of wonder on her face.

”Do you understand what that tattoo was now?” Jacob asked.

”Yes,” Sansa said, a small smile playing on her lips. ”It’s amazing.”

Jacob smiled. ”So you understand now that I will never hurt you or abandon you.”

Sansa nodded. ”Yes. We cannot betray or harm one another.” Then she felt the other connections. ”But I seem to feel four connections other than you.”

Jacob explained, ”Those are my other wives. They can feel you too, but you can’t communicate with them yet. They’re in another world, and I still need to build a travel room in Serendell—our home—so we can talk to each other even if we’re in different worlds.” He sighed. ”And since they can feel that I added a new girl to our family, I need to find them some gifts before I return home.”

Sansa’s voice was tentative. ”Will they hate me? Or be angry at me?”

Jacob shook his head. ”No, no. Not at you. They’ll blame me. But they know and have accepted what I am. So they’ll just act angry at me to get me to coax them, take them on dates, and do things they like.”

Sansa sighed in relief. ”By the way, I learned some ability that lets me talk to you telepathically, but I don’t know what that means exactly.”

Jacob smirked and spoke directly into her mind. [Oh, it’s like this. You can talk to me and my other wives directly inside our heads without using your mouth—no matter how far apart we are. Try it. Just focus on the connection between us and send your thoughts to me.]

Sansa focused and managed to reach him. [Like this? Can you hear me?]

Jacob responded aloud, ”Yes, I can hear you. We can even share memories.” He smirked and sent her a memory—himself looking at his naked reflection in a mirror.

Sansa stood frozen as the memory played in her mind. Her eyes snapped open. ”Aahhh! Pervert! Stop showing me that!”

Jacob laughed. ”I was just demonstrating the ability.”

Sansa, still blushing, avoided his eyes. ”Couldn’t you have shown me something else?”

Jacob shrugged. ”That’s the most beautiful memory I could think of. You’re welcome.”

Sansa crossed her arms. ”You are shameless. And why were you looking at your naked self in a mirror anyway?”

Jacob grinned. ”I was admiring myself and making my reflection jealous of how good-looking I am.”

Sansa’s mouth dropped open. After a moment of stunned silence, she shook her head. ”I don’t know what to say anymore.”

Jacob laughed and pulled a space ring from his pocket dimension. He slid it onto her ring finger. ”Drop your blood on it.”

Sansa admired the white gold ring—a dragon’s head with two blood-red diamonds for its eyes. She squeezed her still-bleeding finger and let a drop fall onto the ring. Her eyes widened as she felt the connection, understanding what the ring was.

She immediately picked up a rock from the ground, stored it in the ring, and retrieved it several times, a happy smile on her face. Then she threw the rock away and looked at Jacob. ”T-thank you!”

Jacob smirked. ”A simple ’thank you’ isn’t sincere enough.”

Sansa hesitated, then stepped closer. She intended to kiss his cheek—but Jacob caught her waist and kissed her on the lips. She was surprised but returned the kiss, and he didn’t let her go until she was breathless.

Jacob rested his forehead against hers and smiled. ”That’s more like it.” He kissed her again—a quick peck this time—and released her waist.

Sansa looked away, embarrassed, unable to meet his eyes.

Jacob pulled out the Hulk serum vial. ”Here, drink this. It will grant you immense physical strength—far stronger than Arya right now. You’ll even be stronger than a Targaryen dragon. Normal swords, daggers, and arrows won’t penetrate your skin—unless someone uses Valyrian steel. You’ll gain super healing—never get sick again, and deep wounds or broken bones will heal within seconds. And you’ll become very fast when running.”

Sansa took the vial, which was filled with a vibrant, translucent green liquid.

Jacob gestured to the grass. ”Sit first. It will hurt a little, but nothing unbearable.”

Sansa nodded, sat on the soft grass, and looked up at him. ”Thank you.” She opened the vial and drank.

Almost immediately, her skin flushed deep red, and her veins became prominent beneath the surface. She grimaced as waves of intense heat and mild pain washed through her—but nothing she couldn’t bear.

Jacob watched her for a moment, ensuring she was stable, then lay down on the grass beside her, closed his eyes, and waited.

Forty-five minutes later, Sansa opened her eyes excitedly.

Jacob opened his eyes. ”How are you feeling?”

Sansa beamed. ”I feel great.” She looked at Jacob lying beside her and wanted to kiss him—but in her excitement and with her new strength, she leaned in too fast and headbutted him hard in the face.

She raised her head, screaming. ”Ahh! That hurt!”

Jacob rubbed his sore nose. ”I should be the one screaming.”

Sansa rubbed her forehead. ”I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you.”

Jacob pulled her down and gave her a deep kiss. Then he released her lips and smirked. ”Now, it’s time to help you control your new strength.”

Sansa’s eyes widened. ”I-I don’t like that smile of yours. How are you going to help me?”

Jacob said, ”By sparring with you. And I will not go easy on you. So use all your strength and try not to get beaten too badly.”

Sansa protested. ”Can we not do that? I don’t know how to fight.”

Jacob smiled. ”You will learn.” He pushed her off him, sending her flying several meters through the air. She screamed in panic.

When she landed, Jacob ran over and kicked her in the backside, sending her tumbling forward and crashing hard into the ground. She rolled several meters before stopping.

She stood up, groaning—but realized she wasn’t hurt at all. Still, she pouted. ”Can you be more gentle?”

Jacob smirked. ”Nope. Now fight back.” He attacked again.

She awkwardly put her hands up to defend herself and even closed her eyes.

Jacob shook his head but didn’t stop. He punched her, sending her flying and crashing to the ground again.

”Get up,” he commanded. ”You need to learn how to fight. There is no weak woman in my family. Stop closing your eyes and fight back. Think of your enemies. Joffrey. Cersei. You need to become strong so no one can abuse you or humiliate you again.”

Sansa got up. This time, she attacked. She punched awkwardly, but her strength was no joke. Jacob blocked her attacks with ease. ”That’s it. Use your legs too. Try everything to land a hit on my handsome face.”

Sansa snorted and kept attacking. As she fought, she began to enjoy the rush, the adrenaline. Every time Jacob sent her crashing to the ground, she stood up grinning and attacked again.

They sparred for two hours before Sansa finally lay on the ground, exhausted—but with a happy smile on her face.

After catching her breath, she sat up and looked around at the deep craters she and Jacob had made while fighting. Then she looked at him and said sincerely, ”Thank you, husband, for making me strong.”

Jacob smiled. ”You’re welcome.”

He pulled out a small table and two chairs from his pocket dimension, then covered the table with food—roasted meats, fresh bread, fruits, cheeses, and bottles of cold water.

”Come, let’s eat. There’s still more I want to give you.”

They ate together, and afterward, Jacob handed her a vial of white honey potion. She drank it and gained immunity to all poisons.

Then he gave her scrolls: Firaga, Lightning Beast, Quen Shield, Cleaning Spell, and Repair Spell. She learned them all, practicing each with an excited, happy smile.

After that, Jacob gave her a Concealment Charm Bracelet and a cup of Fountain of Youth water. She drank it happily after learning its effect.

Then Jacob reached into his pocket dimension and retrieved a beautiful feather. It glowed with an inner, warm light, as if crafted from gentle flame. He handed it to her.

”This is a Phoenix Feather—also called a Phoenix Down. It can restore a dying person to full health. Most importantly, it can cure injuries inflicted by dark magic or curses and can be used as a potent weapon against dark creatures. Keep it safe in your ring. To activate it, simply will it, and it will dissolve into healing flame.”

Sansa thanked him and carefully stored the luminous feather inside her space ring.

Next, Jacob produced a large, futuristic-looking energy weapon. ”This is a Spartan Laser.”

He handed it to her. ”I’ll teach you how to use it.”

He hugged her from behind and guided her hands, showing her how to aim and fire. Sansa fired a test shot toward a distant mountain peak. A thick, crimson energy beam lanced out and struck the peak, causing a large explosion.

Sansa was surprised but not too shocked—she had already used her new immense physical strength, the Firaga spell, and the lightning spell. She stored the Spartan Laser in her ring, turned to Jacob, and kissed him gently on the lips.

”To be honest,” she said, ”when I woke up this morning, I was still a little scared that you would abandon me—that you just wanted to use me to control the North. But after I dropped my blood on that mark on your hand, all the doubts in my heart vanished. And with all these powers you’ve given me, I’m sure I could defeat any army—even one with dragons and tens of thousands of men. And I’m weaker than you. Way weaker than you.” She looked him in the eyes and smiled. ”Now I know for sure that you don’t need me to control the North. You don’t need anyone—even if you wanted to control all of Westeros.”

She paused. ”You probably don’t even care about ruling Westeros, do you?”

Jacob shrugged. ”Not really. I mean, it would be fun—but I need to wait for the rest of the family before I decide. I can’t do it alone. I mean the ruling part, not the taking over and defeating armies. I don’t know anything about ruling a country. And if I wanted to truly rule Westeros, I’d need to do it right—change this continent for the better. That’s a lot of work, and I know I don’t have the patience for it.”

Sansa placed a hand on his arm. ”Well, whatever you decide to do, I will help. And if I don’t know something, I will learn.”

Jacob gave her a quick kiss. ”We’ll talk about that later.” He smirked. ”Now, let me show you a real dragon.”

To be continued... 😊

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