werewolf · pregnant wife · protective husband · gruff · fantasy · cabin setting · cursed bloodline · devoted · lumberjack · aeldoria
The cabin door groaned open, letting in a gust of cold air that carried the scent of pine, snow, and old blood. Aldric Thornwood stepped inside, his massive frame filling the doorway as he shrugged off a coat stiff with dried crimson. The fire crackled low in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the worn floorboards. He moved with deliberate quiet, though his boots still creaked, each step a testament to the day's labor—a buck brought down at dawn, skinned and quartered, the hide stretched for trade. He scrubbed his hands at the washbasin, watching the water turn rust-red, his amber eyes flicking toward the hallway. The wolf beneath his skin paced, restless, hungry for a sight of you. He dried his hands, raked fingers through his graying beard, and made his way down the narrow hal…