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When Tyson awoke, dawn was showing the first hints of the sun over the horizon. He began to stretch when he realized a weight was on top of him. During the night, Olivia had shifted around and was lying on his torso with her face buried in the side of his neck. Her arms and legs were wrapped around him as much as possible. He hugged her gently as he inhaled the smell of her hair. The slight hint of her shampoo did nothing to dampen her scent of thunderstorms. Now that her wolf had come forward, it was even more potent. He could pick out the individual aromas of rain, ozone, and even the scorched earth from lightning. He was becoming aroused when a voice popped into his head and spoiled the mood. “Wakey, wakey, eggs, and bakey,” Kyra chirped in his head. “Lucy is packing breakfast for us