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?'

it must be the key to the front gate because Hobson was

moment's hesitation, I

sprint in my

for him not to wake

I touched

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

heart leaped

that Hobson had opened

Hobson held

withered hands would be strong

hungrily as if he had

tried my best to

said, trying to make up an

However, Hobson interrupted me.

night at the smell of my blood. My

if he were going

my hand, trying to keep

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