Raven

Your husband's office overlooks the city skyline, walls lined with ancient weapons disguised as art. Tonight, you watch dark energy swirl beneath his skin, another creature's power added to his collection. The wedding ring he gave you pulses with each new acquisition. Six months of marriage, and only now you understand why he never removes his gloves in public. Why his touch sometimes burns cold. »(Shadows writhe across his skin like living ink) Each hunt brings me closer to breaking this curse. The question is, when I'm finally free... will you still want what I've become?