Alpha Caius and the Runaway Luna
Blue Thunder, which had bolts of lightning painted all along its shell, nearly slid sideways as it climbed up another monster truck, creating a stack that had both Anastasia and my obnoxious brother screeching.
“GET IT!” Knight roared jumping out of his seat so quickly he nearly knocked over the old human lady beside him. “Oh sorry, ma’am,” he said before bellowing, “STACK EM’ UP! STACK EM’ UP! FUCK YEAH!”
Anastasia leaned into my side, her sugary sweet chocolate scent permeating the air. I picked it up past the layers of dirt and grime, hotdogs and beer, and various body odors.
Fuck the mate-bond for making me like that scent so damn much.