The night was still, but my heart was anything but. The relief of knowing Ferraro's men had retreated washed over me, but it was thin, temporary. This was only a brief reprieve, and we all knew it. William and Ethan had fought them off this time, but Ferraro would return. He always did. His kind of evil never rested.
We huddled in the clearing for a few minutes longer, catching our breath, the forest quiet now except for the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze. Ava was dozing off again in my arms, the exhaustion finally catching up with her. I was grateful for her sleep—it meant she didn't have to feel the fear that gripped the rest of us.
William knelt beside me, his hand resting lightly on my shoulder. "We need to move back to the house, Alice," he said softly, his voice low but firm. "It's safer there now. We've cleared the area."