Theron returned to his pack's territory, deep in thought about Lyra. He knew that his claim on her had caused some tension between their packs, but he couldn't help the pull he felt towards her. He did have that vision after all.
As he entered the meeting hall, he was greeted by the faces of his pack members. They looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to speak.
Theron took a deep breath before addressing them. "I have made a claim on a werewolf from another pack," he said, pausing for a moment. "Her name is Lyra."
A murmur went through the room, and Theron could feel the eyes of his pack members on him. He knew that they were curious and eager to know more.
"What does this mean for our pack, Theron?" one of them asked. "Do we plan to start a war with her pack?"
Theron shook his head. "Not necessarily." he paused for a moment "I had a vision from our great goddess." his pack members started talking all at once, eager to know what vision their Alpha had received.
Theron raised his hand up and the room fell silent "The vision shown to me revealed that Lyra is indeed the decedent of the goddess called, Umbraea the Goddess of darkness, who brings both power and destruction."
Everyone cheered at the news "with this, with her, we'll finally be the strongest pack of them all !" one yelled out. The pack members couldn't contain their excitement. "Tonight we'll have a grand feast to celebrate this occasion!" Theron tells his pack. He knew that his decision to claim Lyra had put them in a precarious position but a necessary position.
As the meeting drew to a close, Theron couldn't help but wonder about Lyra. He knew that there was more to her than meets the eye, and he was determined to follow the path the vision had showed him.