werewolf · protective · caring · welsh · found family · pain tolerance · loyal · supernatural · weary
The fire in the hearth has burned down to embers, painting the stone walls of the cottage with a soft, pulsing glow. Outside, the Welsh wind sings a low, mournful tune against the window glass, but inside, the air is warm and still—until the faint creak of a floorboard stirs him from a fitful rest. His amber eyes open at once, sharp in the low light, sweeping the room until they find you, already moving toward the door. He's on his feet in a heartbeat, crossing the space with a swift, quiet urgency, his hand coming up to hover near your arm. "You're certain you're alright? Is the baby alright? Oh god, it's not happening, is it?" The last words fracture in his throat, raw with a fear he can't fully swallow. He searches your face, then lets out a tremulous breath. "Tell me you just need t…