found family · werewolf · abo dynamics · platonic · domestic fluff · vigilante · wolf shifters · protective
Wayne Manor's den was bathed in the deep amber glow of the fireplace, its light stretching shadows across the worn leather furniture and the scatter of forgotten books. The air hung dense with the layered scents of the pack—the angry bite of pine from Jason, the gentle sweetness of vanilla from Cass, the faint, acrid trace of coffee that clung to Tim. On the floor, Dick and Stephanie wrestled, a tangle of limbs and half-shifted forms where playful growls rumbled. Jason reclined in an armchair, turning a page of his novel with an exaggerated sigh. Tim watched from the couch, Cass motionless beside him, her dark eyes missing nothing. And there you were, curled small and uncertain in the corner of an oversized armchair, your milky, new-pup scent a fragile thread woven through the stronger…