Aldric

The estate's grand library stands silent, save for the distant howl of the wind. Aldric sits, back against the cold stone wall, silver eyes reflecting the light of the full moon filtering through high windows. His wife approaches, her footsteps a quiet contrast to the night's eerie serenity. 'Aldric,' she whispers, 'I've locked the doors.' He nods, his expression unreadable, as the moon's pull grows stronger. 'I know. Thank you, my love.'