I'm holding my head in my hands with my elbows on my knees, as I sit on a couch. I've run my hands through my hair so many times that it's a total mess. I haven't changed my clothes in three days and every bit of food I've eaten has been because my mum has shoved it in my mouth.
Three days without Josie and it feels like my heart is fighting to beat.
Around me everyone is talking but I don't hear them. There's no new information. We know where she was taken and we tracked her scent as far as we could until she was put in a car. We've talked to anyone she knows to see if they've seen her, to no avail.
"I still think I should go visit her parents' pack," I say for the millionth time.
"No," Cyrus says, with finality. "We've already discussed this. They made it clear that they are not ha
