Saving My Triplet Alphas

Seven

Rowan:

I watched the Valkyrie surround Frankie. She was unconscious, and I couldn't help but be thankful for that fact as I sat here, looking at her scared up back.

"I hope you kill whoever did this to our sister." The Valkyrie who flew me back to Oxnera rumbled with anger burning in her eyes.

"I did not. But, he will be severely punished, if not sentenced to death for his crimes against her." I replied.

I had no idea how bad things had been for Frankie. I was so consumed with getting the boys back I hadn't taken time to take her body in, or the alpha of Pinnala would have been killed where he stood before I took her away from that place.

"What are you doing?" I growled, snatching the wrist of a Valkyrie who held a dagger as black as mine and Frankie's flames.

"Oxnera!" The Valkyrie shouted.

Oxnera pinned me to the stone floor with a thud as I fought to protect Frankie.

"The girl has been through enough!" I yelled, fighting against the magic binding me.

"This must happen. It would still have to happen if you did not depend on her to save your sons. This is her destiny, Rowan." Oxner tried to calm me, but I could barely register her words as the Valkyrie cut two giant gaping holes in Frankie's back. Black ooze and blood poured from her. I winced at the sound of her flesh being sliced by the sharpened blade.

Each Valkyrie plucked a feather from their dark wings, dropping them in a circle around Frankie. Each one shared a drop of their blood with her as a chain of obsidian stones was placed around her throat.

Droplets of water fell through the opening, showing only the face of the full moon. The water, which turned from slow droplets to a slight shower, cleaned the wounds on Frankie's back until slowly, the beautiful, massive wings of a raven unfurled from the wounds the Valkyrie made across her back.

"Her wings are safe, but Father has asked for a visit with her." Despite knowing she was speaking to me, the Valkyrie never took her eyes off Frankie.

"What if she doesn't make it?" I asked.

The winged woman of fury turned to me slowly, her eyes lit with cruelty.

"She was dead long before you found her. It is how her wings were ready to be freed so quickly. She died at the hands of whoever gave her those." She pointed to the scars still marring Frankie's flesh.

My heart stopped in my chest as the Valkyrie let her fingers drag the jagged scars on Frankie's back.

"Mice ate her," she growled.

I felt my body ignite in my fury, revealing my midnight fire.

"Oxnera, send me to deal with those who have wronged her while we await her return." I snarled.

"Not yet, Rowan. Not yet. It should be Frankie who gets her vengeance. The girl has no idea she has been dead all this time. Give her time to stew in the loss of her life. Let her understand the meaning behind her rebirth so that she can seek her fight." Oxnera rumbled, still as stone as we watched the Valkyrie drag Frankie away.

Frankie:

As the world returned to focus for the moment, I sighed with relief, feeling the pain in my back had left me entirely.

"Frankie, open your eyes," an unfamiliar voice said, her voice like a melody carried by the wind falling on my exhausted ears. "We have been sent to reveal your true heritage."

"My true heritage?" I questioned, dizzied by the remnants of the pain that moments ago pulled me beneath the waters of unconsciousness.

"You are the daughter of Odin, the All-Father. It is time for you to embrace your destiny." I was laid on something soft, still unable to force my eyes to open the way the woman had told me to.

I had heard tales of Odin and the Valkyries, but never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I was somehow connected to them.

"Open your eyes, daughter. Your time has come." This time, it was the deep sounds of a man. I feared that if I opened my eyes, Odin himself would be before me, and if this all wasn't a dream, I would be about to meet my father, the man who abandoned me in the Pinnala village.

"The world is on the brink of great change, and you are destined to play a crucial role." He rumbled.

Something about his words pissed me off. It was the final push I needed to open my eyes.

I scrambled to my feet with haste as anger replaced the exhaustion.

"How dare your first words to me be something like that?" I snarled, stepping before the golden throne as a gust of wind pulled on the tender skin of my spine, blowing me backward across the golden floors until a pillar of marble and gold stopped me.

"You must learn to control your emotions. Otherwise, your wings will break free and give you away on your journey." Odin spoke, standing from his throne.

"I hate you. Why would you leave me in that place?" I yelled, standing to my feet as the wind kept crashing into me, threatening to blow me down repeatedly.

"I had no choice. I wasn't aware of your existence until one of your sisters found you earthside. Because your mother left you there, I could not retrieve you until you..." His voice trailed off, and his eyes suddenly softened with large tears.

"Until I what?" I growled, planting my feet into the golden slabs.

"Until you died." one of the women who brought me here said softly.

"But I didn't..." This time, my voice trailed off. My thoughts slipped away with the realization that the mice weren't eating me because of the infected skin. They were eating me because I was dead.

I swallowed hard, looking into the eyes of the all-father with nothing but a realization that made Odin nod softly.

"Your wings had to be broken free before I could meet you." He said.

"I'm very sorry, daughter." His blue eyes shined brightly with nothing but the truth. Still, it wasn't a truth I could swallow, so instead, I remained silent.

"And the voices, the chanting, was that you too?" I asked.

"Voices?" Odin and the Valkyrie asked in unison.

"The spells, the chanting?" I asked, infuriated because I needed answers, saddened as I still worked to swallow the news of my passing.

"It must be something from your mother's blood. Like you, she was an angel, " Odin said.

"None of this makes sense. I thought I was a Valkyrie." I sat on the floor, tired of fighting against the wind, still ripping at the wings I didn't know how to tuck away.

"We were created in the image of your mother. You are a direct bloodline to her; we only have her similarities." The Valkyrie sat on the floor with me, reaching out to my wings, which she smoothed away with one touch, making them tuck back into my skin painlessly.

"Thank you." I blushed, feeling inadequate at this new part of me.

"Will I get my wolf spirit back?" I asked softly. Her absence in my mind has been a pain I can't describe.

"Wolf spirit?" Odin asked with a turned upward brow.

"My wolf. I got her some time ago, but she would never allow me to shift." I answered, trying to clear the confusion in the best way I could.

"You never had a wolf, Frankie. You are not of wolf blood. I don't know what spirit you were feeling, but it can't have been a wolf." Odin's words devastated me. I heard her voice, felt her comfort, and knew what I felt. I knew who I was, and it was all real. She was real.

"We must begin your training now." The Valkyrie stepped in to distract me from the moment of grief that flooded me before I could ask any more questions about my wolf.

"What training?" I asked.

"The training that will make you ready and capable for the journey you are about to be sent on. Interdimensional travel is difficult; not everyone can do such a great thing. But you are one of the lucky few who can save the alpha kings." My mind whirled at the mention of Rowan's newborn sons. Those must be the kings the Valkyrie is referring to.

Instead of asking more questions, I let her drag me off into the kingdom of Valhalla, the final resting place for the brave.