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?'

be the key to the front gate because Hobson was wearing

hesitation, I cautiously

a sprint in my

prayed for him

when I touched the key. I gripped the chain and

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

leaped to my

then did I find that Hobson had opened his eyes and was staring

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

hands would be strong enough to

stared at me hungrily as if he had been looking

tried my best

said,

However, Hobson interrupted me.

young vampires had gone berserk last night at the smell of my blood. My heart tightened. I quickly touched my face with another hand. The wound on my face

as if he were going to break my

withdrew my hand, trying to keep a safe distance