All of them were going absolutely crazy, especially Cú. He had a new lease of life, and according to Jeremy, he had been leading the other dogs in the search for Perdita. Our family’s bond with the wolfhounds was often a tad spooky, but at the moment, I was glad of it. When I heard Cú’s bark above the others, I raced outside to see a car speed away beyond the driveway. I ran, shouting for my family, but the car was gone by the time I made it to the road. I stared after the speedily retreating vehicle until I caught a certain scent in the air. Following it, I found a box on the ground inside our garden wall. I lifted it onto the top of the wall and opened it. Long auburn hair. Perdita’s. Swallowing hard, I held the bundle tightly, struggling to stay on my feet as the world spun on its axis. I wanted to vomit. Voices were all around me, shouting, arguing. Amelia’s hand gripped my shoulder as she whispered for me to calm down, and I realised I was one of the shouting voices. I shook my head and glanced up to see Perdita’s father roaring at me, his face purple, his eyes darkening like a werewolf’s.
