The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

We set off before night fell.

Ashley led us along a secret short cut and we soon arrived at the designated meeting spot.

The vampires were bound by iron chains, and Warren and Flora were in charge of keeping a close eye on them.

Meanwhile, Rufus and I waited for Hobson at the intersection.

When it was completely dark, we saw a group of vampires approaching. They were escorting a woman in a black hood. It seemed that the woman was Layla.

I immediately leaped forward and said loudly, "Take off the hood. Let us see her face first."

The silver-haired vampire who was leading Layla laughed grimly but obliged. He yanked the hood off and spat, "Look. This is who you want, right?"

face. It was indeed Layla, and she seemed to be fine. It didn't

and smiled bitterly. "I knew

anything to her yet. I overheard that he was planning to dissect her alive." The silver-haired vampire frivolously patted Layla's face and said wistfully, "What a pity! Such beautiful

briskly went down to

them here and let me see." The silver-haired vampire looked at Layla longingly, as though he

Warren meaningfully. He immediately understood and brought over

counted the prisoners, he squinted shrewdly and said, "One is missing. Where is the woman with the

much was left of her corpse,

lucky. If it weren't for Layla, we would've

you!" Irritated, the silver haired vampire reached out and grabbed Layla's hair. "In that case, I should cut off one of her hands. It's only fair. After

him coldly. The silver-haired vampire glanced at the captives and sneered. He kicked hard at the crook of Layla's leg and she buckled to her knees. His

dislocating one of her arms in the

Hobson, so be a good dog and do as

You're even stupider than I thought!" The silver-haired vampire laughed like a madman, took out an axe