Wake up and become the wolf you need to be.
A splatter of sound hit the window with enough force to make both of them jump. Two drops of water the size of silver dollars, then four, then a dozen, pattered against the glass. The wind responded to the raindrops, swirling through the parking lot, crawling down the row of the motel, and meandering underneath the door and through the spot or two of caulking around the window that, though the eye wouldn’t know were there, were most certainly there regardless. Lyle heard it whisper—almost felt the hidden triangles of his other self’s ears twitch with the sound. He could imagine the currents of it as it rose and fingered fresh, clean, earthy air into the otherwise stale and dusty room. It wasn’t the scent of rain or grass or dirt that Lyle caught, though. It was that weird vanilla-sage-everything-I-love one.
I can’t explain what you’re going to feel when you know it’s right…