The Legend of the Three Gods of the Archers (Completed)

Chapter 17

“So, this is the famous McCall Pack, doesn’t look like anything special to me. I wonder why Arum brought them here?” 

The faint murmur of a foreign voice had the rare alpha awake and on his feet in seconds as he found himself staring at two sets of pink eyes. Two individuals stood a few feet beside him. 

“Who are you? Where am I?” Scott immediately roared out in a yell, gaining the others attention. His shout certainly woke a few pack members who were in the process of waking up but had woken up on the spot due to their alpha’s roar. Issac, Malia and Derek were instantly by his side. While others woke up a little slower. 

“Woah, calm down. We aren’t here to hurt you. Ally just sent us in to check on you. Cassandra mentioned a few of you had taken injuries and want us to check on you. We are healers, now please put your claws away” One of the individuals spoke up gesturing to the herbs they had in their bag. 

“Let’s start this over, my name is Maisie. I'm one of the healers in the Archer’s pack. We are a hidden set of supernaturals who have been protecting Beacon Hills for years. We do not want to harm you but if you do not…” 

“Enough, I want to speak to your alpha and find out where our friends are” Scott spoke up, his eyes flashed red as he took notice of the missing puppy pack, Jacksons pack and most of the humans. 

Maisie glared while the male beside her only gestured for them to follow. Derek immediately scooped up the unconscious Stiles while Noah and Parrish followed, worried about the missing pack members. 

Wearily Scott followed the two wolves in front of him, a hand slipped in his own as they entered a caving system, their night vision helped with their wolves until they walked through an open cave where many lanterns sat around followed by many supernaturals that Scott could smell. He dreaded to know if these all killed humans on a daily basis. 

“Ah, glad you could finally join us. It would seem you still like to sleep the night away” 

Hearing his mother’s voice, Scott turned to see his mother and Argent sitting on a log around a campfire, Melissa smiling while Argent held tightly to his gun. The hunter is clearly on edge as well as being in a foreign place. Immediately they regrouped, Scott kneeled in front of them, checking to make sure they were okay.

“We are fine, Scott” Lydia’s voice had all heads turning to see the Banshee standing beside Peter, Mason and Nolan. The puppy pack were beside them around the same campfire. Liam clearly asleep holding an equally sleeping Theo, the chimera oblivious to the outside world while Aiden sat beside the sleeping members with Cameron in his lap. Alec was holding Nolan’s crossbow while Corey was nowhere in sight. 

“Where are we?” Malia voiced out-loud, her question met silence until footsteps from the right revealed to be Cassandra who sent a gentle smile in their direction. Beside her was Arum who looked to be a bit annoyed as he spoke with Atlas, the bloodhound nodding along in the ancient language. 

“My deepest apologies, for some odd reason during the teleportation. Some of you were affected, it was your Druid who confirmed some of you not all of you, your supernatural entities mixed with the streams and you ended up unconscious longer. You have been asleep for two days, Stiles didn’t leave your side. He continued to sleep in the healers room” Cassandra said with a smile, Arum moved to allow her to pass. 

“Again, where are we?” Issac asked in an annoyed tone. Scott tightened his grip on his lover's hand.

“Oh, my apologies. Welcome to the Archer Pack, the oldest living pack of supernaturals in Beacon Hills” Maisie said in a sarcastic tone beside her smirking brother, the male introduced himself as Michael. The two had been watching them carefully.