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?'

then it must be the key to the front

hesitation, I cautiously reached for

a sprint in my

for him not to wake

I touched the key. I gripped the

a pair of withered hands grabbed my wrist. The force was so strong that it seemed to crush my

leaped to

that Hobson had

quickly withdrew my hand. However, Hobson held my wrist in

hands would be strong enough to trap me in

if he had been

swallowed and tried my best to

was just curious..." I said, trying to

However, Hobson interrupted me.

red, which was a sign of a vampire's thirst. Hobson grew excited the same way the five young vampires had gone berserk last night at the smell of

if he were going to break my

I stepped back and withdrew my hand, trying