“Your position in the pack is not what she wants.” Tucker flicked his brows. “By the way, are we still on for Sallee’s tonight?”
“No. I think it would be safer if we went to the lake. You know how unpredictable Tracy can be when she’s in one of her moods. I don’t trust her.” Jack lowered his arms and leaned back in the swing to watch Tucker pulling his long, brown dreads into a ponytail.
“It doesn’t matter to me one way or the other,” Tucker said as Whitney and Mason cut across the yard, joining them on the front porch.
“Why are we running at the lake?” Mason asked, his brows drawn down.
“Tracy,” Jack replied curtly, as if he expected his beta to already know.
“What did she do this time?” Whitney asked.
“She met Jack’s neighbor,” Tucker chuckled.
“That can’t be good. I remember the last time she showed her ass.” It was clear Mason was troubled by the news when he rubbed his hand over his jaw.