Albany Minka is not your typical blonde-haired, blue-eyed, white woman. She's got something coursing through her veins that no one would ever think of Asgardian and Greek God blood. She lives under the radar on her massive ranch in the middle of Tex...
Most people don't listen with the intent to understand; they listen with the intent to reply.
A loud boom sounded near the mountain's base twenty miles west, six months after Tatiana had been born. Albany sat up with a gasp in the hammock she used in her yoga studio to sleep in. Stay inside, she whispered to the boys, seeing their bedroom light pop on, having heard the sound as well. Her gut told Albany that this was what Odin had warned her about. After Tatiana had been born, Albany found it hard to be in the house because Tatiana's cries during the night would trigger a primal motherly instinct. It was so bad that one night she turned in the house; they all agreed the yoga studio would work for a while.
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Shifting into her wolf form, Albany turned towards the woods with a ragged exhale and sprinted towards the location of the noise. There was no plan; it was just to attack the situation. That was until Al was within 100 yards of the crater, and she caught a familiar scent; cedar, lavender, and rose. Without realizing she had shifted, Albany found herself standing naked in the woods with no way to cover up. Sudden waves of heartbreak slammed into Albany, pulling her closer.
"Compose yourself, Al. Can't very well walk up to a terrified demigod sweating and naked" Al stopped as a breeze ran across her stomach.
They were still on Albany's 825,000 acres ranch, so clothes were bound to be stashed in a tree nearby. Taking a deep inhale and a slow exhale, Al searched the area around her for one of her charms. Ten feet from her on the right was a hidden package, and as she pulled the long champagne-colored silk gown, Al knew they were near a little cabin that she and Vincent lived in. There were no shoes, but that never mattered to Albany when it came to the woods. With silent steps, she crept to the crater's edge, where Loki lay curled in the fetal position.
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"Loki?" Albany whispered from the top.
He didn't move, unsure of where he was and how this person knew his name. Was this more of Odin's punishment by dropping him into further danger in an unknown world? Loki could hear the woman's breathing growing closer, but there was no sound of footfall in the dirt. What was she, and how much in danger was Loki in? As Albany crouched next to Loki, he felt a wave of compassion and understanding wash over him from the woman.
