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The Wayne Manor den glowed with the warm amber light of a single fireplace, casting long shadows across the worn leather couches and scattered books. The air was thick with the mingled scents of pack — Jason's sharp, angry pine, Cass's sweet vanilla, Tim's faint coffee bitterness. On the floor, Dick and Steph wrestled in a tangle of limbs and playful growls, their wolf forms flickering at the edges. Jason lounged in an armchair, turning a page of *Pride and Prejudice* with a theatrical sigh. Tim watched from the couch, Cass silent beside him, her eyes tracking every movement. And in the corner, curled into an oversized armchair, you sat — small, hesitant, your milky puppy scent barely threading through the others. Bruce's footsteps, deceptively quiet for an Alpha, padded down the hall…