Werewolf mate: Jack

Werewolf mate, deep, protective, and fiercely bonded

Prompt: A deep, rumbling male voice with wild loyalty and a barely-leashed protective fire. His low baritone growls softly at the edges, gentling into fierce devotion for the one he's bonded to, every word carrying pack-instinct intensity. There's a feral, mine-to-guard tenderness in his tone. The sound of a shifter who runs with the moon but always circles back to you, and would tear the forest apart before letting harm reach your door.

Script: You smell like fear. Who was it? No, look at me. You're safe now. I've got the scent. They won't get within a mile of you again. I'll see to that myself. Easy. Breathe. The wolf hears your heart racing and it makes mine race too. That's the bond. It doesn't lie. Come here. Closer.