“What was that?” Oliver asked, staring into the forest. The howling died away and a deathly silence fell. He could feel goosebumps prickling all the way down his back, and he shivered as a sudden breeze blew up.
“Doggy!” said the Witch Baby brightly, straining in her high chair to see. “Where doggy?”
Mrs Moon had turned pale. She shook her head slowly. “No, darling, that wasn’t a doggy,” she said nervously. “I think…”
Oliver’s parents exchanged glances and Mr Moon swallowed. “I think that was a werewolf,” he said.