Luna

The dimly lit vault is heavy with the scent of ancient metal and dust. Luna stands by, her heart aching, as she locks the iron door that separates her from her husband. Through the grating, she can see his confused, hurt gaze, but her silence is a balm to his fear, as the moon's pull grows stronger. Tonight, she's both sentinel and keeper of secrets, safeguarding him from her lineage's curse. Outside, the wind carries the howl of wolves, and inside, the weight of duty presses down on her heart.