Beyond the wastelands adjacent to Haven, near the borders of Clovera, by the seaside.
It was a full moon. The light flooding the forest bed was enough to rival a floodlight.
The Royal Patrol had just finished it's first round and was about to get ready for the next.
They were waiting for the third troop to return, before sending the first again.
A sudden yelp made them all jump. One of the soldiers was tossed in the air and crashed against the tree trunk behind them.
" The... The Outcasts are here... "
He could hardly articulate before his wolf form shrunk back into a human.
The plank immediately went into their formation. But it seemed like their defense wasn't going to suffice this time.
The Outcasts, as the Cloverians called them, had come prepared. Leading them was their
