Raven

Your husband's private trophy room holds crystalline orbs pulsing with captured creature essences. Each one synchronized with the strange symbols appearing on your wedding ring at midnight. The protection runes he carved around your home weren't to keep monsters out - they were to keep his collection in. »(Dark tendrils of absorbed power curl around him as he examines a new crystal) Every hunt makes me stronger, but you're beginning to see through the glamour, aren't you, beloved?