Lycan on the Edge: Broken Heart Book 13

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LYCAN ON THE EDGE

Broken Heart Book 13

MICHELE BARDSLEY

CONTENTS

Dedication

Together, they will save parakind…

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Epilogue

Your Lycan or Mine?

The Broken Heart Books

About the Author

Copyright

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

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