One would think that the Daltons, once one of the most influential packs at a point in the history of the nation, would live in the luxurious heart of the capital. Instead, it was the complete opposite.
Felix watched in amazement and surprise at the thick foliage on either side of the road through the damp windows. The figures of old evergreens rushed by as the car sped through the highway, their vibrant colors mixing with the dark grey sky in a blur. Warm air blasted through the car's air conditioning, its subtle whirring accompanied by some random pop music coming from the radio. Through his peripheral vision, he could see Madelyn bobbing her head along with the beat, seemingly unconscious about it, while her lips mouthed the lyrics quietly.
Being away from the usual hustle of the city
