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?'

the key to

a moment's hesitation, I cautiously

my chest when I saw Hobson's

prayed for him not to

relief washed over me when I touched the key. I gripped

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

heart leaped to

had opened his

hand. However, Hobson held my wrist in a vice-like

would be strong enough to trap

if

my

I said, trying to make up

However, Hobson interrupted me.

turned 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 my blood. My heart tightened. I quickly touched

on my wrist tightened as if he were going to break my

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