If she could have her way, she would have spent the evening at home with her soon to be wolf girlfriend. Not that Mack couldn't bare to be separated from Tatum, but she was worried about the mental state of the younger girl. This would be the first time that she changed and Mackenzie knew it was causing her a mountain of anxiety. The older girl had just wanted to go with her to provide some sort of familiar comfort. Hunter it seemed, had different plans, and suddenly Mack found herself being dragged out of the apartment by not only her tall friend but her sister and Sera as well. It had been a long week of being denied a lot of things and Mack just didn't have it in her to fight it any longer. That was probably why she now found herself being dragged through the packed club towards the bar by Hunter.
"Whatever ass face," Mack grumbled back at her friend, sulking behind her aviators. She had punched Hunter several other times during the week and resisted the urge now. That was progress, right? At least this time she would have had a reason to hit her instead of just taking out her frustration on her. "Just get me damn drink."