Twenty minutes after Isabelle had helped them, only then did they hear the sound of gallops following them.
Turning her head slightly, Isabelle frowned. Her quick instinct allowed her to notice that the ones who had followed them were the same people who wanted to kill Arabella, "We're being chased."
Arabella hadn't heard the sound of the horses yet but the moment Isabelle had said so, she could hear the sound of the horses neighing and the thunderous galloping noise stomping on the forest floor which alerted her.
Erthand moved backward, holding to his own bow and arrow. While the horse still ran, he aimed at one of the horses, stopping one of them but he frowned upon eyeing their number. He snapped to Isabelle, "There are eleven of them, Your Highness."
"You-" before Isabelle could finish her words the sound of a sharp whipping noise filled their ears.
WHOOSH.
