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

soared, and his

his hold but couldn't. My lungs constricted,

strangled my neck

his hands as my face turned red. I could hear my

grew blurry and my mind went blank, Hobson suddenly

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

with excitement as he greedily licked my

I were his

he was about to devour me. Judging from his expression, Hobson no longer cared about

my hand as Hobson continued to suck my blood

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

kind of sorcery?' Dread and unease

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

wanted to

and looked at the bite on my hand. My skin

back of my hand against the hem of my dress, trying to wipe away the blood and the disgusting sensation.