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

hesitation, I cautiously

in my chest

him not to wake

when I touched the key.

key off, a pair of withered hands grabbed my wrist. The

heart leaped to my

Hobson had opened his eyes and was

quickly withdrew my hand. However, Hobson held

hands would be strong

if

my best to

I said, trying to make up

However, Hobson interrupted me.

had gone berserk last night at the smell of my blood. My

as if

go of me." I stepped back and withdrew my hand, trying to keep