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Nory frowned as the inkling of an idea scratched at the very edges of her mind.
No, that couldn’t work. Right?
She froze as the little idea grew into something bigger.
Alese was smiling.
“It probably couldn’t work.”
Alese shrugged. “We won’t know until we look into it.”
“Yeah, but…” She frowned and stared at the wall, imagining all the steps it would take, and the obstacles they would be faced with.
“But you never know unless you try. And from the sound of it, Liam deserves the effort.”
Alese was right.
She’d been wasting time crying over this, and feeling sorry for herself, but this wasn’t done. Not for another four days.
Liam might not be hers, and this might not work at all, but she could try.
She could try for him and his people.
Alese had said it, and Nory knew it to be true.
He was worth the effort.
Chapter Fifteen
Liam sank down onto the porch of Nate’s empty home, and a feeling of utter emptiness consumed him.
He watched the back of Nate and Delta’s moving van as it moved slowly to the mouth of the trees. The red brake lights would be burned into his memories forever.
He wrapped his arms around his middle, like that would help. Nothing could save him now.
No one had told him about this—the hollowness that swallowed up an Alpha when he lost his Pack. Had it been like this for Oren? Fuck that. Oren deserved it.
Liam rubbed his hands over his face. Who was he kidding? He deserved this too.
He’d had all these grand plans to bring the Coeur d’Alene Lake Pack back to its former glory, and he’d lost it in record time instead.
Now, they were all Rogues, and for the life of him, he couldn’t find the meaning in any of this.
Dodger, Vic, Tabian, and Bridger had already left. He’d helped them pack up their homes and it had gutted him to do it. Each goodbye was a lash on his soul that would never heal.
He’d had good intentions, and now?
He glanced over at the men hanging by their truck on the edge of the woods. The Elders had sent enforcers to make sure they left.
Liam hadn’t packed anything. Liam didn’t have anything to pack.
His home was in ashes.
He had no clue what the next Pack would do about that. They were down a home, and Liam had already pulled his nameoff the insurance claim. The next Pack would have to deal with the rebuild of that temporary housing. He’d lived there for seven years, and now he wouldn’t be here to see it rebuilt. There was tragedy in that.
The wind picked up, and gooseflesh raised on his bare forearms. He never got cold, but this week, nothing worked as it should. Including him.
He had nothing to offer Nory.