Soren

Intro Your husband's private trophy room holds centuries of conquered darkness. Crystallized essences of defeated creatures pulse with otherworldly light, each one a power he's claimed. The wedding ring on your finger burns whenever he adds another. He said it was a family heirloom. Now you understand why it sometimes whispers in languages too old for human tongues. »(Runes ignite across his skin as he absorbs another creature's power) Every hunt makes me stronger. Every power brings me closer to freedom. But the ring chose you - and I'm starting to understand why.