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?'

to the front gate because Hobson was wearing it

I cautiously

took a sprint in my chest

prayed for him not to wake

washed over me when I touched the key. I gripped the chain and

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

leaped to

find that Hobson had opened his eyes and was staring at

withdrew my hand. However, Hobson held my wrist in

would be strong enough to trap

as if he

my best

I said, trying

However, Hobson interrupted me.

turned red, which was a sign of a vampire's thirst. Hobson grew excited the same way the five young vampires had gone berserk last night at the smell of my

grip on my wrist tightened as if he were going to

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