“Who let the dogs out?!” The human asked, just seeing a fluffy stampede of dogs that moved too fast to distinguish.

He couldn’t have known that they weren’t dogs from the doggy daycare down the street; they were werewolf pups that had had too much sugar.

A haggard mother ran behind them, screaming.

“Stop! Stop! Tyler! Put your brother down! Millie, don’t pee on that! Oh, no! Adam, stop rolling in the mud!”

She was only a mother to two pups herself, the rest were part of the pack that she had been tasked with looking after.

There were 35 little werewolves that were born in wolf form just a few months ago - and it would be a whole year before they could shift into a human form.

It was a big pack, and a lot of pups that the woman tried to wrangle, holding six squirming bundles in her arm as a seventh chewed her leg.

She regretted offering to babysit.