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.

on his neck. The shape of the cross looked strange. It had

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

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

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

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

did I find that Hobson had

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

stared at me hungrily as if he had been looking at a

said, trying to make up an excuse.

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 had gone berserk last night

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

grip on my wrist tightened as if he were going