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?'

must be the key to the

moment's hesitation, I cautiously reached for

a sprint in my chest when I saw Hobson's

for him not to wake

of relief washed over me when I touched the key. I gripped the chain and gently

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

heart leaped

had opened his eyes and was

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

withered hands would be strong enough

as if he had been

swallowed and tried my best to calm

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

However, Hobson interrupted me.

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 my face with another hand. The wound on my face had

tightened as if

I stepped back and withdrew my hand, trying to keep a safe