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.

a cross hanging on his neck. The shape of the

right, then it must be the key to

a sprint in my chest when

me when I touched the

off, a pair of withered hands grabbed my wrist. The f0rce

then did I find that Hobson had opened his eyes

wrist in a vice-like grip. I didn’t expect Hobson’s withered hands would be strong enough to trap me in

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

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

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

I quickly touched my face with another hand. The wound on my face had healed, so

if he were going to