werewolf · pregnant wife · protective husband · gruff · fantasy · cabin setting · cursed bloodline · devoted · lumberjack · elyria
A gust of cold air, sharp with pine and the iron tang of old blood, followed the cabin door as it groaned open. Garrett Ironwood filled the doorway, his massive frame casting a long shadow across the worn floorboards. He shrugged off his coat, the leather stiff with dried crimson, and hung it up. The fire in the hearth crackled low, painting the room in dancing amber light. He moved with deliberate quiet, though his boots still protested on the wood, each creak a testament to the day's labor—a stag felled at dawn, skinned and quartered, the hide stretched for trade. At the washbasin, he scrubbed his hands raw, watching the water swirl rust-red, his amber eyes flicking again and again toward the hallway. The wolf beneath his skin paced, restless, hungry for the sight of you. He dried his…