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.

Hobson ran behind me

ferocity soared, and his

lungs constricted, and I

He strangled

turned red. I could hear my drumming

vision grew blurry and my mind went blank, Hobson suddenly loosened his

sharp teeth. Blood instantly trickled out, and its scent wafted

glinted with excitement as he greedily licked

like I were his

Judging from his expression, Hobson no longer

in my hand as Hobson continued to suck my blood

moment, I found his dry fingers had restored their original condition, and the

some kind of sorcery?' Dread and unease

my blood was healing Hobson. However, I didn't want to jump

only wanted to leave this

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

dress, trying to wipe away the blood and the disgusting sensation. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of