Robb noticed his mother's worry when that song began. Instinctually, his thoughts called to Grey Wind. A crossbow bolt hit Robb in the shoulder. The pain quickly vanished as nothing but the thirst of battle took control of him. Catelyn looked at her son. "Robb!" she screamed. He wanted to think it was out of grief, but he could tell the fear was directed towards him. At times like this, he knew he became something beyond human.

Dacey Mormont was about to be killed. He yanked the bolt of his shoulder and dashed towards Roose Bolton. Confusion spread over his face as blood sprayed out of his throat and mouth. The king took Roose's sword before the body even dropped, then arched it around and lobbed off the nearest enemy's head. Dacey grabbed his sword. Robb saw Jon Umber kick up a table in the confusion. He and Catelyn took cover. All eyes shifted to Robb as the crossbowmen were reloading.

Shouts, yells, and screams started to draw close. "It knocked the cage over!" someone cried. Growls and tearing sounds were then heard. When the first man appeared, his eyes grew large and his teeth clattered as he met Robb. The king pushed the sword through his throat, then cut off the head of the next while Dacey defended herself against another. Grey Wind helped her.

Footsteps and more shouts echoed closer. Soon, more Frey men would be on them. "Jon!" Robb shouted. The big man understood. He ran towards the weapon rack. Bolts came firing at him, but their aim was sloppy.

Dacey slammed the door then stood firm in front of it. Jon joined her side.

Robb jumped on a table, hunched over, and Grey Wind leapt off his back. The wolf landed on the overlook and began slaughtering the crossbowmen. Robb looked towards Walder Frey and walked towards him. The old man looked about to shit his pants, maybe for the second or third time. Robb's stare of contempt caused him to grasp at his heart. "Too good for you," Robb muttered as he looked around. Grey Wind was back on ground level, slaughtering incoming Frey men alongside Jon and Dacey.

Robb headed towards the bedding chamber. The party was still going on outside the door. The Frey men looked shocked, and Robb's loyal men noticed the blood on him. Greatjon Umber immediately punched the closest Frey in the face.

Edmure opened the door, his dick waving in the wind. "What is going on here?!" he whined. Robb raised a brow at his uncle. He was surprised he had even shown himself.

The area was a full on brawl, but that did not last long. Robb grew more and more bloody, and soon the Freys began begging for mercy. He had none to give. Once he and his men stood among bloodied corpses, Robb turned to his uncle and said, "Walder Frey is dead. As is Roose Bolton. They meant to betray us." The women cowered in the corner, some shrieking.

"Are...are they still fighting?"

"Yes, they are. Get back in 'your' room, uncle." Edmure didn't even have the dignity to understand he had just been insulted. He nodded, fear exploding in his eyes, and shut the door behind him.

Robb and his men returned to the main hall. For the time, it seemed the fighting was over. Grey Wind ran to Robb's side. A bolt was sticking out of him, but it had barely gotten through his fur. With every fight the creature became more a monster and its fur seemed to get thicker. Robb pulled out the bolt.

"They are just going to keep coming," Smalljon said.

"Most of our men are probably dead by now," Catelyn said.

"Gear up," Robb Stark demanded. "They won't expect us to be alive."

"Are we going to fight our way out?" asked Dacey.

"I'm for it," Smalljon declared, and his father nodded.

"We should stay here and let them come to us," Catelyn said. Robb shot her a look.

"If we wait here, all our men will definitely die, and they could just lay siege upon us if they even needed to," Greatjon said.

"We fight," the king declared. He could tell his mother didn't like it, so he just pointed down the hall, towards her brother. She didn't seem to understand. "Mother, you will go get your brother. He's fine and well in the bedchamber." Catelyn walked towards him and then they embraced. Without any words, she turned and walked away.

"Our best chance is to dress as them," Robb said. Greatjon sneered, but everyone obliged.

"And what about the wolf?" Dacey asked.

"He'll trail us from afar. Hopefully the chaos will let him escape." The thought made Robb's heart heavy.

Catelyn returned with her brother, and his wife. "He insisted," she told her son. He shook his head.

After Catelyn, Edmure, and the Frey were caught up and dressed in enemy colors, all but Robb and Grey Wind headed towards the door. The boy glanced at the corpses and scratched Grey Wind behind the ear. His somber eyes then met his companion's, and he knew the creature understood.