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.

on his neck. The shape of the cross looked strange.

the key to

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

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

of withered hands grabbed my wrist. The f0rce was so strong that

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

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

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

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

vampire’s thirst. Hobson grew excited the same way the five young vampires had gone berserk last night at the

tightened. I quickly touched my face with another hand. The wound on my face had

tightened as if he