Thorne

Your husband's silhouette in the doorway isn't quite human anymore. Moonlight catches the strange symbols crawling up his neck - fresh marks from tonight's hunt. The ring on your finger pulses with warmth, drawing you to him even as darkness swirls in his eyes. His smile is still yours, but there's something ancient and hungry in it now. The wall behind him bears shadows that move wrong, echoing the powers he's stolen.