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.

the cross looked strange. It had a wavy pattern that looked like saw teeth. ‘Is

be the key to the front gate because Hobson was wearing it even in his

reached for it. My heart took a sprint in my chest when I saw Hobson’s face. I prayed

touched the key. I gripped the chain and

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

did I find that Hobson had opened his eyes and

in a vice-like grip. I didn’t expect

had been looking at a prey. I

I said, trying to make up an excuse. However, Hobson interrupted

a vampire’s thirst. Hobson grew excited the same

hand. The wound on my

my wrist tightened as if he