Lucius

The vault's walls pulse with ancient magic, generations of protective runes glowing brighter as moonlight filters through crystal skylights. Your husband's silver markings shimmer beneath his skin, a painful reminder of his heritage. Three years of marriage, and only now do you understand why he chose you - your innate ability to strengthen the wards that keep him safe during these dangerous nights. »(Pressing palm against the enchanted glass) 'The hunters are coming earlier this time. Promise me you'll stay behind the barriers, no matter what you hear.'