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 had a wavy

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

reached for it. My heart took a sprint in my chest when

wave of relief washed over me when I touched the key. I gripped the chain and

grabbed my

throat. Only then did I find that

in a vice-like grip. I didn’t expect Hobson’s withered

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

was just curious…” I said, trying to

which was a sign of a vampire’s thirst. Hobson grew excited the same way the five young vampires had gone berserk

face with another hand. The wound on my face had healed, so there wouldn’t

if he were