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

Chapter 19

(Bold - Ancient Language shared between the demons/Elito)

"How long has he been asleep now?" Lydia's gentle voice floated around the room. 

"Three days, I'm quite thankful Sierra isn't a fuzzy feeder because we all know omega's can feed their young but with Ethan down and Jackson's main focus on him, Sierra is calling out for help and poor Atlas is trying not to be around her as often" Aiden grumbled, half-awake as he fed his niece with a bottle of baby milk which she has grown accustomed to with her mother being down. 

"Any chance he's going to wake up soon? Monroe has doubled her army in the streets, patrols are going around and they are searching for weaknesses. Not even last week Liam's parents' house was on fire and if it weren't for Theo, they'd all be dead" Stiles asked, coming into the conversation. Aiden shrugged, he was exhausted as he passed Sierra to Stiles, the young man took her, allowing Aiden to get up well that's what he thought until the alpha collapsed and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. 

"He's been dragged down by a dark force, I think he's trying to connect with Ethan" Lydia exclaimed earning anyone in the room's attention. Allison watched on sadly as she took in the room, Scott and Issac were curled up around each other which made her smile. She knew the alpha would finally get it which was another reason why they never worked.

Memory…

There was one thing he knew for certain, the McCall Pack didn’t trust the Archers which included him so he knew he had to do something. He couldn’t help but smile watching his alpha sleep in the bed made for two grown adults but instead it was only Jackson and Cameron, their adopted pup was very much like their own. To this day Cameron had started calling Ethan, ‘Mama’ and Jackson ‘Dad’ unless he was being cheeky and it was ‘Jay-jay’ just to annoy his uncle. Jackson never took any offence but did promise to get Ethan back for it eventually.

And yet he was still waiting for the day his alpha would get him back, he just hoped it was not for a long time. Something made him move from his position leaning against the door, overwatching his family including the sleeping Sierra.

“Elito?” 

It was a call from far away but how far? He couldn’t tell as he continued down the corridor of his child home, the caves of the Archer Pack. He ignored the few beta’s on guard who watched him with some kind of protectiveness in their eyes. Of course he was an omega and his father was the leader of the pack which made everyone watch over him especially those who knew who his twin was. Although he was exhausted, he continued to follow the whisper. 

Taking notice that it was far beyond the pack walls, he grabbed Aiden’s jacket to hide his scent which probably wasn’t a good idea all together but it did help him sneak past the guards who were briefed on the fact an omega was within the walls and this was the same supernatural who was being hunted down. 

The one thing Ethan never took into consideration was the fact Atlas could track him no matter what due to the bond the two had made while he had been carrying Sierra. So when the bloodhound lost sense of the omega, he was on his feet and waking Aiden who was his roommate, the two moved silently trying not to wake Jackson who was pissed to find his omega gone. The three had been approached by Arum who swore to watch the children and deemed the three to be the only ones to search for Ethan, he made them promise to bring him back preferably unharmed. All three of them ensured they would before they took off after Aiden’s scent which was shortly discovered by his missing jacket. It threw them off slightly but thankfully Jackson had a sneaky way to track the omega. 

The said Omega soon found himself at the place it all started in Beacon Hills, the Nemeton. Ethan couldn’t help but be pushed towards it, the moon above was shining too brightly as his eyes glowed white. A sound of clicking nearby had Ethan’s full attention as he turned only to spot several figures wearing chains, they headed straight for him only to make him gasp as they walked straight through him, surrounding the tree and connecting hands. They were shadows of the pasts, of those lost to the moon god.