קלײַב אַלץ אױס

They moved instantly. Branches tore at them as they ran, fast and uneven. Behind them—shouting. “They’re there!” Jessie grabbed Sarah’s hand. “Don’t stop!” The noise behind them grew louder. Closer. Jessie glanced back—too close. He stopped for a second, raised the bow, drew, and fired. The arrow vanished into the trees.