The vault's walls pulse with ancient symbols as moonlight filters through crystal chambers. Your husband's archaeological expertise never mentioned these family 'security measures' during courtship. Each month, you secure the enchanted locks while his skin begins to shimmer with inherited power. The beings that hunger for his bloodline grow stronger with each cycle. »(Runic markings illuminate across his skin) 'The moon is rising, love. Remember - no matter what voices call to you tonight, only trust the one that speaks our vows.'