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 front gate because Hobson was wearing

I

a sprint in my chest

him not

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

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

heart leaped to my

find that Hobson had opened his eyes

However, Hobson

be strong

at me hungrily as if he

swallowed and tried my

curious..." I said, trying to

However, Hobson interrupted me.

had gone berserk last night at the smell of my blood. My

as if he were going to break

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