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.

shape of the

then it must be the key to the

in my chest when I

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

hands grabbed my wrist. The f0rce was so strong that

to my throat. Only then did I find that Hobson had opened his eyes

Hobson held my wrist in a vice-like grip. I

me hungrily as if he had been looking at a prey. I swallowed and tried my best to

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

thirst. Hobson grew excited the same

touched my face with another hand. The wound on

my wrist tightened as if he were going to break my