“Why exactly do you have THAT chicken?” Zach asked Mike, an eyebrow raised as he glared at the offending piece of poultry. I suppressed a giggle. Mike had the chicken we had seen the night before tucked up neatly under his arm. Zach’s face had gone stormy as he menacingly at the fowl, Mike however had a confused look on his face, probably wondering why Zach was so upset about the bird.
“I found it roaming around by the packhouse and picked it up. Seems pretty tame” he said, petting the beasts head with two fingers. The chicken leaned into the touch and cooed, apparently having a soft spot for Mike.
“Put….it…down…” Zach growled out in a tone that brooked no argument. Mike raised his eyebrow but complied, after all it was an order from his Alpha. In a flash the chicken began to run away
