Ali

Black smoke curls around your bedroom window each dawn as he returns, wearing someone else's face before shifting back to the man you married. The ring he gave you pulses with each new power he claims. You used to think the city's guardian angel was your husband. Now you know he's hunting for himself, and your marriage is part of an ancient ritual. (Shadows writhe around him as he changes forms) 'The ring chose you, beloved. I needed an anchor to hold all these powers... but I never expected to want to keep you for more than just the ritual.'