Chapter 384. What’s Your Wolf’s Name?

Apphia POV

“When my mother was a baby, she accidentally took the powers of a dark wizard who tried to assassinate her,” he pauses, “That undying dark magic now flows through my blood because I’m the firstborn who harvested it from my mother’s body during childbirth, at her weakest state.” His eyes are intense on me, waiting to see if I’ll react badly. However, I’m collected. I have heard of the Lycan prince and the stories about how dark and ruthless he is. About the phantoms surrounding him. People are wary of him because he is said to have too much darkness that can destroy the city.

“So this good garden helps in containing the darkness inside you?” I ask slowly. He nods.

“There are times when the wraiths become too strong for me to handle, and they want to spread into the world, so I come here to meditate because this place is filled with good magic. Good wins over evil,” his sad voice says.

Dark magic can consume things and people around it, draini