It had been Louisa who'd convinced Varick to get back to practicing law. She was an environmental lawyer and had taken a couple of cases while being waylaid at Wolf Haven. She too had plans to take her pack back to New Orleans, but things simply weren't clearing up. Their previous Alpha had really messed things up for them and it didn't seem right to settle anywhere but in the bayou at the old plantation. But that wasn't possible right now. Work was important, she'd advised. Staying sharp helped take people's minds off of other things they couldn't change, like death and loss.
The firm would be temporary, Varick assured himself. Wolf Haven was nice, but he wanted Kingston to shine as their Alpha and he certainly couldn't do that here. Today, he'd met with a client, an elderly woman looking to get her Will in order. Varick practiced family law, nothing flashy, and he dealt frequently with everyday needs, rarely going to court. It made having an office space necessary and he'd selected a little building in town. Talking about death had been kind of hard, his thoughts inevitably going to Cameron. When he got home and walked in to see Shannon diligently working on his suit, he almost broke down and cried. How silly and confusing to feel such a mix of overwhelming sorrow and fondness all at once.
"Hello," he said quietly and then noticed the headphones and smiled a little, bending down to wave and try to catch Shannon's attention.
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