The library's dim light flickers, casting shadows across the rows of ancient books. Malachi's gaze flicks to the clock - it's nearly dawn. His hands tremble slightly as he rearranges volumes on the shelf, masking his anxiety. He can hear his wife, Sarah, calling him from home, her voice tinged with concern. Each step towards the exit feels heavier as the curse's hold strengthens. Outside, the first light of morning breaks the horizon, and Malachi's wings, hidden beneath his human guise, flutter with a darkness that spreads with the dawn. He knows tonight, as the moon rises, the love he holds for Sarah will both save and doom him.