35. Darkness and dark deal

JACKSON'S PACK

The dimly lit room was shrouded in an eerie silence, broken only by the hushed whispers that danced through the stale air. Jackson, a man of sinister intentions, stood before Helen, an old witch of ancient knowledge and power. A wicked grin curled upon his lips as he outlined his nefarious plan, his eyes gleaming with malevolence.

"Helen," Jackson began, his voice dripping with malice, "I seek power beyond imagination, a force that will render the world at my feet. I desire nothing short of black magic, an enchantment so potent that it will grant me dominion over all. Over those Lycan and over, Faith, my love."

Helen, her gaze fixed upon Jackson, listened intently, her expression a mask of intrigue. She was a woman of otherworldly beauty, her eyes a piercing shade of emerald green that seemed to hold secrets untold. But all this was a facade. Her real face hasn't been seen by anyone. Her voice, when it finally escaped her lips, carried a seductive undertone, laced with