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 pattern that looked like saw teeth. ‘Is

it must be the key to the front gate because Hobson was wearing it even in his

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

washed over me when I touched

key off, a pair of withered hands grabbed my wrist. The f0rce was so

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

wrist in a vice-like grip. I

been looking at a prey. I swallowed and

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

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

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

as if he were going to