Roman stood on the threshold, trying, and failing, to smother his laughter with his hand. She gasped and ran toward him. “Run! They’ve gone feral!” He grabbed both of her shoulders, flipped her around, and held her against his chest. “They think you’re going to feed them. Watch.” Roman reached into a sack beside the door and threw a handful of seed into the middle of the coop. The ruthless predators ran toward the food and stabbed mercilessly at the ground with their razor-sharp beaks. That could have been me down there, she thought with horror.
