Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 519 The Smell of Noreen

Sylvia’s POV:

I examined every inch of Hobson’s b*ody. His legs, arms, and fingers looked as dry as a withered leaf. He didn’t look this frail and weak when I saw him the day before yesterday.

No wonder he didn’t attend the dinner last night. Hobson’s b*ody was chapped and dry like a dehydrated log of wood.

Such a sign was abnormal for both werewolves and vampires. I thought his health was deteriorating. I circled the coffin twice, gently knocking on its walls. The loud thud resounded across the silent room.

However, Hobson didn’t wake up. I discovered that no matter how powerful a vampire was, they would sleep like a log during the day.

of the cross looked strange. It had a wavy pattern that looked

it must be the key to the front gate because Hobson was wearing it

My heart took a sprint in my chest when I saw Hobson’s face. I prayed for him not

relief washed over me when I touched the key. I gripped the

withered hands grabbed my wrist. The f0rce was so

did I find that Hobson had

However, Hobson held my wrist in a vice-like grip. I didn’t expect Hobson’s withered

he had been looking at a prey. I swallowed and tried my best to

I said, trying to make

smell on you?” Hobson’s eyes turned red, which was a sign of a vampire’s thirst. Hobson grew excited the same way the five young vampires

face with another hand. The wound on my face had healed, so there

my wrist tightened as if he were going to break my