Ada’s POV
I knocked again for good measure, finally hearing someone from the other side come to the door. “We don’t want no trouble with packs now. What do you want?” The voice was old and feminine, her eyes peeping through the mail slot.
“I’m sorry to bother you, ma’am; but it seems we ran into a bit of trouble in your neighborhood and was wondering who to safely contact.”
“American?” She tsked at me. “You lot always cause mischief.”
“Who’s at the door, love?” Someone called behind her, his voice more feint. I swore I heard it from somewhere before, but it was too hard for me to discern through the thick wood.
“American! Bringing trouble round here I imagine.” She huffed.
“Well, let them in! Maybe they have news about my dear Melody!” He called out.
Surely this person doesn’t mean
