The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

"How did you know about the passage to the attic?" Hobson's angry voice thundered from behind me.

I whirled around to glance at Hobson, only to find that he looked even weaker. Maybe it was because he had used his special power.

Truth be told, he looked almost lifeless.

"You are dying," I said flatly.

My words seemed to hit a sore spot for Hobson. He gritted his teeth and growled, "As long as I drink from your blood, I'll live."

Really?

I looked up at him coldly. "You'd have to catch me first."

I heard the sound of hurried footsteps. The

Hobson

dare go in!" Hobson shouted

give a damn what he said. Only the woman in the attic could save

of an eye, but

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In that moment, I

I could. I didn't dare to relax even for a moment, because

pushed it open and rushed inside, the wind seemed to pour in and ruffled my dress, and

sat on the edge of the bed, staring out the window idly. When I burst inside, she slowly turned around and glanced at me. It seemed that she was not surprised that I had shown up again. "Joi! Stop her!" Hobson staggered to the door, panting and out of breath. He had

and looked at her with pleading

It's werewolves who killed your daughter!" Ellis's arrogant voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard to my ears. Her wounds had recovered and she had regained her haughtiness. Joi glanced at the vampires by the door and smiled ambiguously. Then her lips parted and she mouthed something to me. Her back was to the vampires, so they

one swift movement. This window was the only opening

complacent vampires. They all rushed to the window to catch me. But the second they made it to the window, they instantly screamed in pain and withdrew their hands from