Lycan on the Edge: Broken Heart Book 13
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Authors: Michele Bardsley
LYCAN ON THE EDGE
Broken Heart Book 13
MICHELE BARDSLEY
CONTENTS
Together, they will save parakind…
To my Viking
I love you always.
To Renee, who is the reason this book rocks.
I love you, BFF!
“I’m sorry, man, but what about a human by day,
a freak animal killing machine by moonlight
don’t you understand? I mean, werewolves are
badass.”
~Dean Winchester from “Heart” on Supernatural
TOGETHER, THEY WILL SAVE PARAKIND…
Werewolf Sophie Lennox barely survived
the
Alberich attack that left her wounded emotionally
and physically. She’s not sure how she survived
the Alberich, a creature thought long-dead, and one
of the most savage predators werewolves have
ever faced.
Trent Clayton is a werewolf whose own run-
in
with the Alberich a hundred years before took
his wife and nearly destroyed him. Now, he must
help Sophie work through her traumatized state and
reveal to Sophie that she possesses an unusual gift
—one that connects her to him.
Broken Heart is right in the vicious sights of
the Alberich
, but the creatures have never faced a
whole town of parakind willing to defend their
borders, and each other, with fur, fang, magic,
swords, guns, and zombies.
With two werewolves leading the charge,
the
citizens of Broken Hear must win the battle against
the Alberich. Or die (um, again) trying.
PROLOGUE
Six Months Ago
“RISE WARRIOR. IT’S time to take your
vengeance.”
The strong female voice held dark magic, her
words forming the spells needed to awaken those
who’d been asleep for more than a hundred years.
Meckenzie watched in horror as the man, and she
used the term loosely, climbed to his massive feet
and opened his eyes.
He had four of them. Two in the front and two
in the back. More than seven feet tall with green
warty skin and a bulbous hairless head, he wore
the pelts of slain werewolves around his torso and
loose, brown pants strapped to his waist with a
large chain belt.
“You sure this is a good move?” Meckenzie
asked the crazy bitch stirring up all this trouble.
Ena the Evil turned her witchy black-eyed gaze
on Meckenzie. She screwed her mouth into a scowl
and pointed a skinny finger. “You dare to question
me?”
“Take the broomstick outta your ass,”
Meckenzie said because she did enjoy taking her
life into her hands. “You seriously want to level an
entire town because a couple of werewolves
dissed your mom?”
“
Dissed
?” Twin flames erupted in Ena’s dark
gaze. “Tark and Aufanie ensured the destruction of
the coven, and that bitch Brigid helped. They all
spilled my mother’s blood.”
Oh, irony.
Ena had gone after Meckenzie’s
mother because she thought hurting Mary Braith
would somehow bring the Celtic goddess running
to her. How she knew Brigid owed Mom a solid
was still a puzzle Meckenzie hadn’t figured out.
Her mother had been a means to an end, and her
refusal to call Brigid forth is why she died—and
also why Meckenzie now bore the burden of Ena’s
wrath.
“I will have my vengeance,” said Ena. “I will
take from them all they hold dear. The Alberich are
perfect machines of destruction. The werewolves
are terrified of these creatures. The vampires
cannot defeat them. They repel fae magic. These
dark creatures haven't walked the earth for more
than a hundred years.” She smiled, showing sharp,
white teeth. “Lucky for us, several Alberich
hibernated to avoid annihilation.”
Since the day she’d been bound into the witch’s
service, Meckenzie had heard Ena rail about
everything. For a supposed bad-ass, she sure was a
whiner. She waved at Tall, Dark, and Ugly.
“Hibernation, huh? And this guy decided to take
the big nap in Oregon?”
Ena swept her arms up in a grand gesture
toward the monster. The loose black sleeves of her
shirt flapped dramatically. “He is only the first. It
will take time to find the others.”
Meckenzie had her doubts. If this monster was
so horrifying and unrelenting, how come his kind
weren’t kings and queens of the world? She looked
at the Alberich. He scratched his balls and then
sniffed his hand.
Classy.
From the stupefied
expression on his face, she figured he was about as
smart as the boulder he was currently trying to eat.
Ena stared at the monster with a strange
motherly pride. “They will destroy Broken Heart
for us.”
For you,
mentally corrected Meckenzie. She
didn’t want anything to do with hurting others. Too
bad it was Ena’s favorite hobby. The witch called
the Alberich to her and the hideous creature lined
up before her, apparently recognizing Ena the Evil
as his master.
Oh, brother.
Broken Heart was in serious trouble.
Meckenzie wouldn’t have been within a hundred
feet of Ena if she’d had a choice. Unfortunately,
she was a minion. Thus far, she’d been able to stay
out of the hinky stuff. Her skills were more along
the line of retrieving objects though some might
call it stealing.
But now, here she was, up to her tits in dark
magic and bad life decisions.
Way to go, Meckenzie.
The Alberich spoke. His voice sounded like
stones grinding together, and the words weren’t
even words as far as she could tell. Ena
understood monster, apparently, because she turned
toward Meckenzie with a razor-sharp smile.
“His name is Gath. And he smells a
werewolf.”
“Here?” Meckenzie gestured around the thickly
treed forest. She’d hoped being in the middle of
nowhere would protect the humans and parakind
from any bad ju-ju Ena might unleash.
“Nearby.” Ena’s crooked smile turned ugly.
She turned her sharp gaze to the Alberich. “You are
free to hunt the werewolf. But you must return as
soon as you’re finished.”
Gath nodded, and turned, tramping into the
woods, easily shoving aside brush, limbs, and the
occasional tree.
Meckenzie felt sick to her stomach. She hoped
like hell the werewolf was running in the opposite
direction.
CHAPTER ONE
Present Day
SOPHIE LENNOX STARED at the watery
muck because she had always faced reality head-
on ... and, well, she had no other choice. She’d
