The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

I was startled to hear that. How could my blood smelled like a black witch?

'Nonsense! Like father, like children. The entire family was insane.'

I couldn't care less, so I pulled out my hand from his hold with all my strength.

I rubbed my wrist as a pang of regret settled on my heart. I should have thought of a different way to escape. I was stuck now. To make things worse, I have gotten into big trouble.

Looking at Hobson's bloodthirsty face, I pursed my lips and retreated slightly, ready to fight.

"Noreen's scent!" Hobson stared at me and slowly crawled out of the coffin, like a wild demon.

"You're wrong. How could I smell like the black witch? That's crazy!" I retorted as I stepped back toward the door.

Hobson chuckled, and the wrinkles on his face grew more prominent. He pursed his purple lips; his eyes glinted with malice. "How could I be wrong? I won't forget Noreen's scent even in my dreams."

His face contorted with rage. "It was she who made me like this." "What's that got to do with me?" I was in no mood to listen to his nonsense, so I turned around to leave.

my surprise, Hobson ran behind me and grabbed

ferocity soared, and his sharp

myself from his hold but couldn't. My lungs constricted, and I could

He strangled my neck with all

turned red. I could hear my drumming

went blank, Hobson suddenly loosened

hand and gently rubbed it against his sharp teeth. Blood instantly

with excitement as he greedily licked

I were his

looked like he was about to devour me. Judging from his

hand as Hobson continued to

found his dry fingers had restored their original condition, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to

Is this some kind of sorcery?' Dread and unease settled

blood was healing Hobson. However, I

to

pushed Hobson away and looked at the bite on my hand. My skin had turned blue

rubbed the back of my hand against the hem of my dress, trying to wipe away the blood and the disgusting sensation. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt