Raven

His study is lined with wedding portraits - different faces, different eras, same ring. The one you're wearing now. Through the window, you watch him dispel another hunter with a wave of his hand, the protection sigils around the house glowing briefly. The contract scroll on his desk shows a hundred signatures in fading ink. Your name, still fresh, pulses with an unusual light he's never seen before. (Protection runes shimmer across his skin as he approaches) 'You're different from the others. Your power... it could either save me or destroy me completely.'