Look who is supposed to finish one fic but made another instead! Anyways, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year guys! I was on vacation so I had no laptop with me to write. I swear I will update Defiers of Fate! I am in the process in making the next chapter, but if anyone wants to help me write it, please DM me :D

Now here is a late Christmas present for you all :) This fic is inspired by the Netflix movie Mowgli: Legend of the Jungle, it is also a shapeshifting AU. While I do not intend to follow too much of the story as the movie did, it will still mostly follow the story flow. I loved a few scenes from the movie that somehow suits for Jon and Dany, especially the beginning scene. I hope you enjoy it and be sure to watch the movie! Let me know what you think!

Also, I noticed that someone told me that I need a beta reader. So if any of you would like to volunteer as tribute, please do :D After all, this is my second fic, and still learning to write.

That said, enjoy :)

I am the eyes of Westeros. I can see the past and the future. It is I, Melisandre, who witnessed the coming of man and Westeros trying to survive. I saw chaos and darkness come to our lands. I saw the lion, Tywin Lannister, killing the dragons, and breaking the ancient laws of Westeros. And then, one fateful night, I saw Westeros place its hopes into the hands of two creatures, the like of which it had never seen before.

Jon was padding along in the forest of the South of Winterfell, doing his daily patrol before the hunting. His brothers would usually join him, but this time, he wanted to go on his own. Therefore, in the late afternoon, he went on his own. The air is cold and chilly, but his pelt allowed him to stay cool in this temperature.

In his snowy white direwolf form, he is known as Ghost. He is the most silent among the pack, which is why hunting was simple for him. However, despite his talent, he wasn't the most likable as well. He's the runt of the litter. A Bastard. His father said he was born the day the dragons were extinct.

He has never seen one before, not even in their human forms. Unlike the rest of the clans, the Targaryens are unable to shift after the Mad King's doing. The old and new Gods sealed their shape shiftings until the red comet appears in the sky again, the sign of the Prince that was Promised. Therefore, they stayed in their human form, unable to shift like their old ancestors. At least, that's what the Old Nan gathered. But the tale may as well be forgotten since the dragons are no longer in the world.

That is, until today.

Ghost arrived at the trails of the Long Lake near White Harbor, all he can hear is the water flowing calmly. He stood by the bank to take a drink.

His ears suddenly perked up to a scream of a female.

The direwolf raised his head, trying to trace the distress. Ravens flew and cawed at the sound, heading to Winterfell. He darted across the lake to where Ravens flew from as he heard another scream coming from that direction.

Passing by the trees like the ghost he is, running like the wind, the sound he can hear now is his paws darting across the lush green grass, he finally found the source. The scream came again, and this time, it's sounded nearer than before. He hid under the bushes, poking out to see what all the distress was.

Then he saw them.

A silver-haired man shouting at a young-looking silver-haired lady, who seems to be shoved to the ground. The man looked furious, he wore green tunic and a sword at his hip. The girl looked frightened, her white dress looked torn at the bottom side, though it was still able to keep her bosom covered. Her hair was a mess, and her right arm received a scar, making her bleed. She held on the injured arm, trying to stop the blood from flowing out, but it seems to be no avail.

Targaryens!

Ghost knew that he should be heading back to his pack to report what he saw. He could imagine all the rewards he could've received from Alpha father or even the King Stag himself, and the pack will then acknowledge him. But another part of him was in denial.

The human in Ghost fixed his gaze to the young lady through his wolf blood red eyes. She was the most beautiful lady he has ever seen. She has white pale skin, silver hair that flowed down to her chest even when it is a mess and bright violet eyes. But the eyes are flowing out painful tears, frightened eyes gazing at the man.

"YOU WILL MARRY THE KHAL AND GIVE ME THE ARMY TO TAKE BACK KING'S LANDING!" The man shouted.

The girl whimpered, trying to back away from him as she held on her bleeding arm. "I don't want to marry the rapist, brother. Please! There must be another way we can go home!"

The man walked closer and kneeled in front of her, he then grabbed her chin, to which Ghost find it must be painful. "Do I give a fuck if you are sold to a rapist, Daenerys?" He said menacingly. "I will let every Khal and their horses fuck you if I were to get my armies to take back what was once mine. You are to be their slut if it's the last thing I do."

That did it.

Ghost can no longer hold the anger of the human in him after witnessing the exchange. He stepped out of the shadows and let out a menacing growl. The two Targaryens heard it and fixed turned to the source at their left. There, they finally witness the huge white direwolf growling at them. But Ghost's blood red eyes were more fixed to the man. He pounced between him and the lady, keeping her away from him. Still fixing his gaze at the violet-eyed man, he snarled and growled at him, threatening him to not come any closer.

The man backed away fearfully as he pulled his sword out, pointing it at him. "A Stark's mutt!" he exclaimed. "Get out of the way, usurper's dog! My business is with my sister!"

Ghost barked at him, showing his bare teeth as his lips curled up until the man can see the direwolf's gums. They may be targets of the whole Westeros, but that doesn't mean that he will allow any abuse to one's kind. He can hear the lady behind him whimpering, which broke his heart. How sad it is to live with a brother who would let her be raped by another.

"If you don't leave, wolf, I'll have this sword in your neck." He threatened Ghost.

And that was the cue. He darted towards the man, as he is close to his foe, he lifted his paw and slapped his hand, making him drop the sword. He then rammed him with his head until he fell to the ground. By now he had him where he wants, he pounced at him, weighing him down. The man squirmed under his giant paws.

"GET OFF ME, YOU MUTT!", he shouted as he struggled to break away from Ghost. "WHAT YOU ARE DOING IS TREASON AGAINST THE TRUE KING! I WILL HAVE YOUR HEAD OFF, TOGETHER WITH MY SISTER'S!"

He heard the lady gasp, but his focus is at the man under his paws. Even if the man isn't a Targaryen, it is forbidden by the laws to raise a hand on the innocent. Ghost opened his jaws wide and aimed at the man's neck. He can hear the man shouting curses and screaming as he tears his neck apart. Ghost snarled and growled, biting through the fleshes of his throat, flaying his head left and right to gain the force.

He felt the weight in his jaws release, and the man dropped. Not making any more movement, neck and face full of blood. Ghost dropped whatever flesh was still in his mouth, then he turned back to the lady.

Only to find her gone.

He padded to where she last stood, sniffing the ground and air. She had the scent of flowers, and it seems, lemon, something that is usually not common in White Harbor. He found her trace behind the trees and began searching, she couldn't have gone far.

After a few paces going forward, he found her trace heading towards the lake where he drank at. As he walked closer to the lake, he found her. She sat on the bank unknowingly as she was being watched by the direwolf from the side, scooping water in her hands to treat the wound on her arm, wincing as it trickled down. "Ahhh", she winced.

Jon looked at her face, she really is beautiful, he thought. Her silver hair covered half of her face, her slender hands scooping in the water, it's like from pictures of the beautiful women painted in the books. Even when she is in pain, she has the gift to remain a goddess in his eyes. She sighed in relief as she relaxed a bit.

Seeing her condition, he decided to show himself to her as he padded towards her. She heard his steps and gasped, the look of terror in her face. She was immediately on her feet and tried to waddle away from him, Jon took it that he needs to slow his pace.

But it seems that the man he killed before must've abused her so bad that she couldn't even run properly as she tumbled to the ground again after tripped on an overgrown root. She sat up and tried to back away from him, whimpering. Though she lost her strength to flee now as she sat still, crying.

"Please, don't kill me." She pleaded. "I'll do anything."

He must've had blood on him if she is this fearful of him, after all, he didn't bare his teeth at her. But there's no time to wash his snout, if he does, she will keep running again.

He stopped right in front of her. Her face was still filled with fear, she lowered her head to the side and squeezed her eyes shut as she hugged herself, as if meeting her fate. But Ghost didn't have any intention to kill, even if the person in front of him is a Targaryen.

He nosed her injured arm, taking a sniff and licked it clean, including the hand that is covering her wound. Her blood is sweet, he licked her like he was licking his paws. From the side of his eyes, he can see that the lady's terrified face is beginning to fade, her muscles relaxed as she stared at him. He heard her wince a couple of times as he licked her scar clean, reducing the scent of blood on her.

After finding no more races of blood on her, giving her scar one last lick, he backed away and gazed at her violet eyes. Her eyes stared at him with awe now, her cheeks have several trails of tears. He couldn't resist to lick them clean too, her tears tasted salty. She finally giggled at his given action to her.

"Hey, stop that." She laughed and she finally had the courage to stroke his furry cheek. Her voice is beautiful like herself, especially when she laughed. Determined to hear more from her, he licked her left and right cheek again, then he nosed her face,

"Stop that, wolf." She held his head and smiled at him.

Of course, she doesn't know me. He then backed away from her and shifted. Transforming himself from the white direwolf to his humanself. In his human form, he was bound to one clothing, white shirt and black pants, enchanted to his pelt. Therefore, whenever he transformed, he wouldn't be running around naked. Though his other packs had better outfit than him, tunics or armors. His was the mark of a runt of the pack. At least this one covers his naked form.

The lady gasped as he transformed, seeing his trueself. A raven-haired curled man with clean-shaven face, strong square jaws, like the wolf he is. But she felt safe with him somehow.

The man knelt in front of her, his grey eyes looking at her with concern. "Are you alright, my lady?"

She snapped out of her daze and nodded. "I- yes, good Ser. Thank you for saving me from my brother."

How cruel it is to must fear her own brother. But he had killed him, but she didn't show any sign of accusation for murdering her brother. Jon sighed in relief, then he gave her his hand. She took it, and he pulled her up as he stood up. "I'm Jon Snow. Who are you?"

"Daenerys." She was about to say her last name, but she suddenly felt that she didn't need to. After all, everyone knows the features of a dragon. "I suppose, you know my last name."

She is right. The whole Westeros have been eyeing on that name, before and after their fall. There is no way anyone can miss their feature, though after all these years, Jon isn't sure how they managed to stay in Westeros without anyone knowing. That question is for later on though, he must admit that he knows about her features. "Aye."

Just as Daenerys was about to say something else, a loud roar came out of nowhere, startling the birds perching on the tree branches. Lannisters.

Daenerys backed away from him in fear. She must've thought that Jon is going to take her to her family's killers, so he thought fast. "Come with me." She looked at him with wide eyes, the look of confusion placed across her face. "I'll take you to my pack, my uncle and mentor can help you, you will be safe there."

She shook her head in fear. "No, you Starks will take me to them, and they will kill me."

"I am not a Stark." He channeled Lady Catelyn's words to him, and now to her. "I am a bastard, but I am a member of the pack. Surely, you must've heard that we take our honor to our grave."

But she is still not convinced. "Why did you save me?"

Jon is loss of words. Why did he? Because I was so drawn to you, he wanted to say. "You were hurting, it seems like the right thing to do." He said instead.

She is hesitating, he can see it. How can she not? Everyone is after her, most probably wanting her dead because of her father's madness, and the action of Rhaegar Targaryen to Lyanna Stark. He guessed that all her life, she had been running away.

But his alpha father is a forgiving leader, he would never turn her down. If she joins that pack, she will be safe!

Another roar came again, and this time, it sounds near. "I think they know your presence." Jon gave her a serious look. "If I wanted you dead, I would have killed you myself there. But I am offering you my help, either come with me or the Lannisters will find you." He then held out his hand again.

She looked at the given hand. She was still unsure until the roar came again, she looked back and to the given hand. Then she took it.

"Right, climb on my back." As he said this, he shifted into Ghost. The direwolf lowered himself beside her until his stomach touched the ground, for some reasons she was still hesitating.

Hurry, my Lady! He barked at her, though he is unsure that she can hear him. No other clan species have ever been able to communicate in their animal forms, though he is unsure with the dragon clans.

"Alright, I will. No need to tell me twice." She exclaimed as she mounted on Ghost.

He then looked back at her, you can hear me?

This time, she looked at him in confusion. "Why wouldn't I?"

She can hear him. This is no coincidence, he needs to speak with Old Nan or Uncle Benjen later on. I'll ask you again later, now hold on tight. He then lifted himself up.

"Dany."

What?

"You can call me Dany for short."

Very well then.

When he felt that she bunched his fur in her fist, he bounded away.

As the two escaped the coming pride of lions, little did they know that the slithering ancient seer phython, Melisandre, was watching their interactions the whole time in the shadows of the trees.

Ghost darted towards ground near Winterfell, far from the castle, where he knows his uncle will always be observing. And as expected, he is, but he isn't alone. Sitting under a tree in front of a hut is the panther Uncle Benjen and his half-sister Arya, noticing him running under the trees. The fact that they didn't howl or roar to announce his arrival is a sign that they too noticed the girl on his back.

As he got closer to them, Benjen and Arya shifted to their human form. His uncle walked towards him. He wore all black, just like the Night's Watch before he decided to pledge his side to the Starks again as his duty. Arya stood behind him, wearing her usual tunic and pants, looking at them with concern.

Benjen looked at him as Ghost lowered himself to the ground so that Dany can dismount him.

"What have you done this time?" He asked before looking at Dany. "And how did you come across a Targaryen?"

Dany backed away from his remark. Ghost quickly shifted himself back to his human form, standing beside her. "Uncle, this is Daenerys. I found her running away from her brother in the forest near the White Harbor."

His uncle quirked an eyebrow up. "Viserys?"

Dany nodded sadly and she lowered her head, looking at the ground and hugged herself.

His uncle seems to know that something terrible had happened between them, though thankfully he decided not to ask. He then noticed her scar. "Are you hurt? That looks like it will stay."

She shook her head. "I'm fine, Jon helped me clean the wound."

Uncle Benjen raised an eyebrow at him, but Jon looked away. His uncle sighed and turned to her. "What are we going to do with you?" She backed away behind Jon as he said this, he took her arm in attempt to comfort her.

Suddenly they heard paw steps trotting their direction at Jon's back, sounds that is not from their clan. He immediately shifted to Ghost and made Dany stand behind him, growling at whomever is coming at them. Beside him, his uncle and sister shifted as well. Uncle Benjen shifted into the blank night panther almost the size of a grown direwolf, and Arya shifted into a grey direwolf, the size of a grown wolf.

Out from the bushed came Petyr Baelish, Littlefinger, the hyena. Evening Jon, Benjen. He said calmly after his run, though he sounded insane. I can't help but…..he sniffed the air again, inhaling long, notice the scent of something.

Ghost snarled at him. What do you want Baelish? If it's bones you are after look else where before I make you dinner for my pack.

I mean no harm Jon. He then looked behind Jon, noticing Dany at his back. Nymeria, Arya's wolf form, immediately stepped in front of Dany as she growled at Littlefinger, trying to block his view of her.

They then heard a loud roar coming from far away, Keh, they may have found her, he thought.

Uncle Benjen then stepped forward, snarling at Littlefinger. Your master calls, you best leave now. He doesn't sound happy.

That he does, my friend. That he does. He gave Dany one last menacing stare. And with a good reason. He then bounded back to where he came from, I FOUND THE DRAGON CUB! I FOUND THE DRAGON CUB! The hyena laughed.

Uncle Benjen huffed. That doesn't sound good. He turned to Jon. You didn't wash her scent, didn't you?

Ghost just remembered out that part! He ducked in shame for his forgotten lesson.

His uncle sighed and then turned to Nymeria. Arya, take the girl to my hut and get her to clean herself. Then find a proper dress and a hood to cover herself, your old nan might know.

The young grey direwolf nodded. She shifted back to her human form and held Dany's hand. "Come with me."

Dany looked at Ghost with concern, he knows that face. The face telling him to not leave her alone. He gave her a comforting nod, pushing her gently to go with Arya. It's fine Dany, she is my closest sister. She'll take care of you, I promise.

She gave him a satisfying smile and walked with Arya to Uncle Benjen's hut. Jon hated to leave her alone, but he trusts his uncle.

Then the panther looked at Ghost. Find your father, boy. A council must be hold if we are to keep her.

You are willing to?

Aye, she isn't her father. The king may want her dead, but I will not kill an innocent child. Ghost sighed in relief, he knew he could trust his uncle. Keep an eye on the girl after you call for your father, I'll come back with my offering. At that, he bounded away into the forest.

Ghost watched his uncle disappear behind the trees, before he too ran to look for his Alpha father.

The castle may be a good place to hold a council, but not for the Starks. The Stark clan gathered at a small hill near the castle, the sun has set. Ned Stark sat on a boulder in his grey wolf form, overlooking his pack. His mate and daughter, Catelyn and Sansa in their brown wolf forms, sat next to the boulder. His sons, Robb, Bran, and Rickong, in their wolf forms, Grey Wind, Summer, and Shaggydog, stood by each other amongst the front of the pack. Few feet away in front from of the Alpha's boulder sat his 'bastard' boy, Jon, or should he say Ghost.

Ghost sat in front where everyone can see him, he then noticed a female hooded figure behind Nymeria in front of some pack members. Some wolves are already noticing the human, but he decided to not notice first, for this might be the matter at hand.

He called to Ghost. My boy, you called for council. What is the matter at hand?

Ghost gulped before he answered. I…I found…..a Dragon Cub.

There were gasps and many raised voices as Nymeria gently push the human with her snout so that he can see the subject. She slid her hood down and looked at him. Without him knowing her name, he knows her, the daughter of Aerys and Rhaella Targaryen. Daenerys Targaryen.

At his words, he can hear whines and barks of "Targaryen" among the packs, but not loud enough to raise a fight. Ned growled for silence.

When the noise died a bit, Ghost answered. Aye, my Lord.

This is most unusual indeed.

I found her abused by her own brother near White Harbor. The law states that we are to not raise our hands on the innocent, this is one of them, My Lord.

Ned Stark nodded. 'It's either his honor or the hidden dragon blood that kept him from killing her', he thought. And you wish for her to live amongst our pack?

Ghost fell silent for a while, he looked to the girl, then back at him. His blood-red eyes filled with determination. I do. There were gasps as he said this.

Nymeria leaped upfront to Ghost's side. I do too, father. I speak for her.

But Ned fixed his gaze at Jon. Will you treat her as you would your own?

I do.

He saw the girl smiled softly at Ghost. The white wolf noticed her and nosed her arm. 'Most unusual indeed.' He thought. He shifted to his human form, wearing his usual Lord's outfit with the fur cape at his back. He then turned to the girl. "Is this what you want, child?"

The girl slowly nodded. "I ask for no payment, only shelter amongst your pack, My Lord. My family is all gone, and everyone in the South wants me dead. I have nowhere else to go, but I swear to you that I am not my father and will serve your pack." As she said this, Ghost sat closer to her, as if giving her comfort, which she accepted by placing her hand on his neck.

It seems that Ghost is not taking 'no' for an answer then. Ned shifted back to his wolf form and raised his bark, You all know the law. This child is not born amongst us. So, who else here speaks for the Dragon cub? Instead of gasps, there were yips of laughter. No one seems to have confidence in Daenerys Targaryen, he noticed Ghost growled softly and the girl stroked the fur of his neck to calm him down.

Out of nowhere, there was a grunt followed by a heavy drop not far behind the pack. His ranger panther brother, Benjen stood there with a dead moose in front of him. I SPEAK FOR THE CUB! He panted before he caught his breath. The law states that the life of a cub may be bought for a price. He then looked at him. And I've brought my payment.

Ned nodded in confirmation. We have two, he shouted. Who else?

Benjen then huffed to Ser Rodrik, the black bear. Ser Rodrik does.

The bear looked at him in astound. Benjen!

There were barks in the pack. He is not a wolf! He has no say!

But Benjen knows how to debate as he growled back at them, defending the cubs. He is the teacher of your cubs, that makes him a member of the pack. He calmly stated as he looked at his nephew, Ghost and Daenerys gave him a nod of appreciation.

Ser Rodrik was hesitant amongst the crowd, he shouted. I haven't said anything about the Dragon Cub! He then turned to Benjen. Benjen have you lost your mind? A Dragon cub living amongst the wolves?

Ned wasn't listening to their debate as he looked closely at the girl. She is indeed a beautiful young lady, no wonder his 'bastard' son was swoon by her beauty. Her ability to shift is sealed though, so what can she be of use to the pack? Let alone a princess, he is unsure whether the other clans will be happy that they took in a Dragon cub. However, she and Jon can be the bridge to stop this power madness.

Ned, he heard his mate barked at him. Her parents wouldn't want a dragon living amongst the pack!

Just as she said that, a loud roar came from the side, followed by heavy paw steps of lions. Her parents are dead. A menacing growl came, Ned looked to his side and found Tywin, Jaime and the hyena Littlefinger walking towards the pack. The hyena laughed menacingly as Tywin announced himself. My pride and I killed the mad family. He then stopped in front of the pack, presenting the proud lion he is and growled. There is no one to come looking for her.

But the Starks are not always welcome towards Southerners. They growled at the lions, Ned too was never comfortable with the Lannisters. This is not your concern Tywin.

But Tywin isn't taking no for an answer. The cub is mine, I have already tasted her brother's blood! He then fixed his gaze to the fearful child, who backed away behind Ghost. It is my right.

His son wasn't backing down either. Your right according to whose law? He snarled. His other sons joined Ghost, protecting her from his view, even Nymeria. They all growled menacingly at the lions.

Ned knew he must protect her. Best you leave now.

Careful, Eddard Stark. Tywin hissed. You do not want to challenge me.

Ned must show who rules the North to these lions. This cub, he lowered his tone to several octaves lower, is under the protection of the pack. As he said this, the pack turned to the lions, growling and snarling at them. Should you decide to take me, you take on the pack. All of us. The panther and bear roared at the lions. As long as I am leader, this part of the North is closed to you.

The lions began backing away from the angry packs. Tywin sneered and gave him a dagger stare at him. You cannot be leader forever! Then he roared louder for everyone to hear, The day you miss your kill, the Dragon cub's blood will run down my chin! He gave one last glare at Daenerys, who is protected by his sons and daughter and ran back to where he came from with his minions.

Ned watched the lions leave until they disappeared among the trees, then he turned back to his pack. The cub is spoken for, she is one of us. She may not be a wolf, but the great dragon blood flows in her. He looked at his subjects, Ghost nosed her face in excitement, making the girl laugh in delight. Maybe she can be at use for his brooding boy after all. He looked back to his pack, As long as I live, the pack will stand by the Dragon Cub. And that is final. "I won't fail you again, my sweet sister." He silently vowed to his passing sister.

Then he howled to the moon, the pack followed his song.

"Here we are", Jon stated as he opened the door to his room for Dany to enter. Unlike his half-siblings, his room is located near the training grounds. Far away from the Stark family. His room is not too small but not too big either, only one bed, a small table to hold water, and a wardrobe for his clothes. The rest are all empty spaces. Enough for the bastard boy, Lady Catelyn once said. But he is always grateful for what he has anyway. "It's not much but it'll do for the time being."

After the council, Ned ordered him to have Dany stay with him. After all, he was the one who found Dany, and clearly, after the ordeal, she would not want to be left alone without Jon. Not when only a few of the pack trust her. But Arya was already warming up to Dany, practically leaping at her when he announced that she is part of the pack. In fact, Jon found out that Arya 'stole' Sansa's old dresses for her. The length of his sister would go for her always amazed him.

But Dany was still adjusting with the people in the North, which is why he made Dany stay with Jon. He gave his trust to not do 'anything' to her, which obviously he would keep that oath. He wanted to ask her what happened when he found her with her brother, but that can be a story to tell later.

The pack didn't go hunting either, due to the council meeting. So, they had to make do with the stored food. As Dany was an extra mouth to feed and some of the pack members didn't look too happy to give away for a Southerner, Jon shared his food with her. In fact, they ate the moose that Uncle Benjen caught, which his uncle didn't mind he took. And now, he must share a room with her.

Dany sat on the bed and looked at him. Jon stuttered, "I'll sleep on the floor for your privacy. There's water on the table, you can take it whenever you want. Call me if you need to make water." She nodded and made herself comfortable under the blankets. He then shifted to Ghost and lied beside his bed, being close to her if anything happens. Good night, Dany.

Just as he was about to close his eyes, she called to him. "Jon?"

His ears perked up, Yes?

"Thank you for accepting me."

If wolves can smile, he would. You're welcome, Dany. And he closed his eyes and let himself rest.

I enjoyed writing their encounter ^^ A start of friendship and love. I also love Benjen being the supportive uncle he is.

So what do you guys think?