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

soared, and his sharp

from his hold but couldn't. My lungs constricted, and I could feel my feet gradually

turned red. He strangled my neck with all

slapped his hands as my face turned red. I

grew blurry and my mind went blank, Hobson suddenly

his sharp teeth. Blood instantly trickled out, and its

glinted with excitement as he greedily licked my

I were

me. Judging from his expression, Hobson no longer cared

searing pain in my hand as Hobson continued to suck

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

Dread and unease settled in the pit of my

However, I didn't

wanted to

on my hand. My skin had turned blue and began to rapidly

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