Chapter 519 The Smell Of Noreen


    Sylvia''s POV:


    I examined every inch of Hobson''s body. 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 dinnerst night.


    Hobson''s body 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.


    As I examined Hobson, I found something 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 a key?''


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


    in his sleep.


    After a moment''s hesitation, I cautiously reached for it.


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


    I prayed for him not to wake up.


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


    But before I could pull the key off, a pair of withered hands grabbed my wrist. The force was so


    strong that it seemed to crush my bones.


    My heart leaped to my throat.


    Only then did I find that Hobson had opened his eyes and was staring at me.


    I 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 ce.


    He stared at me hungrily as if he had been looking at a prey.


    I swallowed and tried my best to calm down.


    "I... I was just curious..." I said, trying to make up an excuse.


    However, Hobson interrupted me.


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    "What''s that smell 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 berserkst night at the


    smell of my blood.


    My heart tightened. I quickly touched my face with another hand. The wound on my face had


    healed, so there wouldn''t be any traces of blood.


    His grip on my wrist tightened as if he were going to break my hand.


    "Let go of me." I stepped back and withdrew my hand, trying to keep a safe distance from Hobson.


    Hobson, however, didn''t loosen his grip. He stared at me wildly as if he were possessed.


    I followed his gaze and found that my sleeve was stained with blood.


    I might have wiped the blood with my sleeve when I got hurt.


    "It smells so great." Hobson''s fangs protruded as he leaned closer and sniffed my sleeve.


    He was like an addict.


    The pain in my hand seemed to intensify with every passing moment. I feared he might dislocate


    my hand.


    "Sylvia, turn into a wolf! Otherwise, he will break your hand!" Yana screamed in my head.


    "It''s toote."


    Hobson grabbed my hand and sat up on the coffin. His eyes zed with hunger and thirst. "This is


    Noreen''s scent," he muttered. "I''m absolutely sure."