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 cross looked strange. It had a wavy pattern that looked

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

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

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

a pair of withered hands grabbed my wrist.

Only then did I find

grip. I didn’t expect Hobson’s withered hands would be

looking at a prey. I swallowed and tried my best to calm

trying to make up an excuse. However,

turned red, which was a sign of a vampire’s thirst. Hobson grew excited the same way the five

face with another hand. The wound on my face

wrist tightened as if he were