The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

I examined every inch of Hobson's body. His legs, arms, and fingers looked as dry as a withered leaf. He didn't look this frail and weak when I saw him the day before yesterday. No wonder he didn't attend the dinner last night.

Hobson's body was chapped and dry like a dehydrated log of wood.

Such a sign was abnormal for both werewolves and vampires.

I thought his health was deteriorating.

I circled the coffin twice, gently knocking on its walls. The loud thud resounded across the silent room.

However, Hobson didn't wake up.

I discovered that no matter how powerful a vampire was, they would sleep like a log during the day.

As I examined Hobson, I found something like a cross hanging on his neck. The shape of the cross looked strange. It had a wavy pattern that looked like saw teeth. 'Is it a key?'

right, then it must be the key to the front gate because Hobson was wearing it even

hesitation, I

my chest when I saw Hobson's

for him not

washed over me when I touched the key.

off, a pair of withered hands grabbed my wrist. The force was so strong

heart leaped

had

withdrew my hand. However, Hobson held my wrist in

expect Hobson's withered hands would be strong enough to trap

as if

tried my best to calm

curious..." I said, trying to

However, Hobson interrupted me.

night at the smell of my

as if he were going to break

my hand, trying to keep a