Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 522

Sylvia’s POV:

“How did you know about the passage to the attic?” Hobson’s angry voice thundered from behind me.

I whirled around to glance at Hobson, only to replace that he looked even weaker. Maybe it was because he had used his special power.

Truth be told, he looked almost lifeless.

“You are dying,” I said flatly.

My words seemed to hit a sore spot for Hobson. He gritted his teeth and growled, “As long as I drink from your b***d, I’ll live.”

Really?

I looked up at him coldly. “You’d have to catch me first.”

Just then, I heard the sound of hurried footsteps. The other vampires had arrived.

I didn’t waste any more time on Hobson and ran to the space behind the wall.

“Don’t you dare go in!” Hobson shouted angrily.

But I didn’t give a damn what he said. Only the woman in the attic could save me.

Hobson acted fast. He caught up to me in the blink of an eye, but just as he reached out his hand to stop me, he suddenly froze.

I glanced back hurriedly and saw him clutching his chest and wincing in pain.

It seemed that the curse was attacking him. In that moment, I was actually thankful to Noreen.

But I didn’t dare to stop and rushed to the attic as fast as I could. I didn’t dare to relax even for a moment, because other vampires were still chasing after me.

The carved iron door was slightly ajar. The moment I pushed it open and rushed inside, the wind seemed to pour in and ruffled my dress, and the wind chimes on the door tinkled.

The woman still sat on the edge of the bed, staring out the window idly. When I burst inside, she slowly turned around and glanced at me. It seemed that she was not surprised that I had shown up again.

“Joi! Stop her!” Hobson staggered to the door, panting and out of breath. He had to lean on Ahern for support.

I rushed to Joi’s side and looked at her with pleading eyes. “Help me, please…”

“Joi, what’re you waiting for? She’s a werewolf! It’s werewolves who killed your daughter!” Ellis’s arrogant voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard to my ears. Her wounds had recovered and she had regained her haughtiness.

Joi glanced at the vampires by the door and smiled ambiguously. Then her lips parted and she mouthed something to me. Her back was to the vampires, so they didn’t notice.

I immediately understood what she meant. I raised my hand, knocked Joi out, and rushed to the window in one swift movement. This window was the only opening without a blockade in this airtight castle.

I jumped through the window, smashing glass everywhere. The broken glass cut my cheek instantly.

“Get her!” Chaos instantly broke loose among the originally calm and complacent vampires. They all rushed to the window to catch me. But the second they made it to the window, they instantly screamed in pain and withdrew their hands from the scathing sunlight.

Bang! I landed on an open space outside the castle.

Cradling my broken arm, I looked back at the window and smiled smugly at those damned vampires.

Hobson’s face contorted in anger. “Just you wait and see, werewolf! This isn’t the last you’ve seen of me!”

His angry and unrelenting roar echoed through the sky.

“Okay, I’ll wait and see… if you manage to live until then.” I smiled at Hobson complacently. I knew he would never let me go. After all, my b***d had a strange effect on him.

I hoped I could figure out what made my b***d so special and why it carried the smell of Noreen.

But right now, I didn’t have the time to think about it.

I pushed the uneasiness to the back of my mind, ignored Hobson’s curses, and ran to the border without looking back.