86. Little boy

In the dimly lit dungeon, the air is heavy with an ominous aura. Chains rattle as Jackson leans against the cold stone wall with a twisted grin on his lips. His parents are kept in a different cell. Even though he was the Lycan king now, his Lycan powers were in danger because of Helen losing all her powers.

Just then, the sound of echoing footsteps heralds the arrival of Helen, the sinister witch with a wicked gleam in her eyes. She found an antidote to escape from Faith's people but she was still very weak.

"Grandma," Jackson purrs, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "My partner in darkness. It seems like you are getting your energy back as your magic elements are near." He said with a smirk.

Helen's lips curl into a smug smirk as she approaches him. "Ah, Jackson," she drawls, her voice carrying a dangerous allure. "My dearest grandson. Where is your special partner? And what brings you to this delightful corner of despair?"

"Faith won the battle of being the alpha. That's why