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?'

was right, then it must be the key to the front gate because Hobson was wearing it even

a moment's hesitation, I cautiously

sprint in my

him not

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

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

leaped

did I find that Hobson had opened his

However, Hobson held my wrist in a

Hobson's withered hands would be strong enough to

if

tried my best

said, trying to

However, Hobson interrupted me.

last night

if he were going

back and withdrew my hand, trying to keep a safe