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.

I examined Hobson, I found something like a cross hanging on his neck. The shape of the cross looked strange. It had a wavy pattern that

was right, then it must be the key to the front

a moment’s hesitation, I cautiously reached for it. My heart took a sprint in my

washed over me when I touched

key off, a pair of withered hands grabbed my wrist. The f0rce was so strong that it seemed to crush my

then did I find that Hobson had opened his eyes and was staring

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

me hungrily as if he had been looking at a prey. I swallowed and tried my best

just curious…” I said, trying to make up an excuse.

turned red, which was a sign of a vampire’s thirst. Hobson grew excited the same way the five young vampires had gone berserk last night at

The wound on my face had healed, so there wouldn’t

as if he were going