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 it even in

hesitation, I cautiously reached

took a sprint in my chest when

prayed for him not to wake

when I touched the key. I gripped the

key off, a pair of withered hands grabbed my wrist. The force was so

heart leaped to

did I find that Hobson had opened his eyes

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

Hobson's withered hands would be strong enough

me hungrily as if he had been looking at

swallowed and tried my best

said, trying to make

However, Hobson interrupted me.

berserk last night at the smell of my blood. My heart tightened.

grip on my wrist tightened as if he were going

me." I stepped back and withdrew my