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?'

my guess was right, then it must be the key to

I cautiously reached for

heart took a sprint in my chest

prayed for him

wave of relief washed over me when I touched the key. I

before I could pull the key off, a pair of withered hands grabbed my wrist. The force was so strong

heart leaped

had

Hobson held my

withered hands would be strong enough to trap me in

if he had

and tried my best

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

However, Hobson interrupted me.

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 healed, so there

on my wrist tightened as if he were

and withdrew my hand, trying to keep a safe distance from