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

a moment's hesitation, I cautiously reached for

my

for him not to

I touched the key. I

hands grabbed my wrist. The force

heart leaped to

had opened his

However, Hobson held my wrist in

withered hands would be strong enough to trap me in

at me hungrily as if he

and tried my

curious..." I said, trying to make

However, Hobson interrupted me.

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 wrist tightened as if he were going

withdrew my hand, trying to keep a safe