Clover
Clover's breath caught in her throat. She had heard that voice once before but never was able to put a face to it. Not until now.
Talon growled in warning, but more and more human warriors came out of the woods towards them. They were dressed in camouflage clothes and what looked like armor she had never seen. They carried weapons Clover could never begin to imagine. They were black and she could smell the metal in the air.
The iron in their armor and their weapons carried a heat to it and it made Clover fearful. Iron burned the Fae, it suppressed their magic. Fae could heal many wounds, but most caused by iron were fatal if not treated by a healer.
The leader of the group of humans held up his hand and all of the soldiers behind him stopped. Clover knew him to be Jameson Troy,
