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.

neck. The shape of the cross looked strange. It

was right, then it must be the key to the front gate because Hobson was wearing it even

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

when I touched the key. I gripped the chain

hands grabbed my

did I find that Hobson had opened his

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

he had been looking at a prey. I swallowed

curious…” I said, trying to make

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

another hand. The wound on

on my wrist tightened as if