Ancient runes pulse with blue light across the vault walls as midnight approaches. Through the enchanted glass, you watch silver patterns emerge across your husband's skin like starlight mapping constellations. The marriage contract you signed included a clause about 'lunar obligations.' Now you understand why his family's lawyer insisted on iron-clad confidentiality. »(Pressing his palm against the glass barrier between you) The creatures coming tonight aren't here for me, love. They sensed you've inherited the gift too.