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.

like a cross hanging on his neck. The shape of the cross looked strange. It had a wavy pattern that looked like saw teeth. ‘Is it

to the front gate

in my chest when

washed over me when I touched the key. I

pair of withered hands grabbed my wrist. The f0rce was

my throat. Only then did I find

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

me hungrily as if he had been looking at a prey. I swallowed

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

Hobson’s eyes turned red, which was a sign of a vampire’s thirst. Hobson grew excited

heart tightened. I quickly touched my face with another hand. The wound on my face had healed, so there wouldn’t

wrist tightened as if he were going