Crap, not again...

James yawned as he sat up in his bed, stretching as he looked around his bedroom. A soft purr just behind him made him spin around in surprise, relaxing when he saw it was only Ana having a dream, her large claws digging into his bedding, something he would have to find a way to remedy if he didn't want to have to buy a new duvet every day. The loud thumping pulled him from his thoughts as he grabbed a jacket he had left hanging on the back of his desk chair, pulling it on and zipping it up to the top so as to hide the various scars he had gained over the past few days.

Ever since that first day, when he had mated first Siena, then Ana, their relationship had only grown stronger; the larger, more dominant, and yet younger, Siena no longer showing him the same contempt she had before, now actually rubbing up against him occasionally as she purred, before pushing him down and forcing her tongue into his mouth. James had already gotten used to this, letting her have her way for a few seconds, before grabbing her and flipping them over, pushing her rough appendage back into her muzzle with his own, before breaking the kiss and leaving the grinning lioness lying on the floor semi-submissively.

"Fuck sake," James growled as whoever was at the door pounded on it again, rattling it to the hinges, "If they keep that up they'll wake the girls."

Grabbing the handle, he unlocked it and swung the door open, to be greeted by a clipboard being shoved unceremoniously into his face, pushing him back into the kitchen until the huge man holding it growled down at the startled teen, "Sign here."

"Wait, what is go-!"

"I said, sign here!" the man growled again, the level of menace in his voice sending a terrified shiver up, down and through James's spine as he signed for whatever mysterious item the men who had tramped into his house just behind the clipboard wielder had deposited in his living room.

"Oh crap!" he said as he ran through into the room, staring at the large crate that now stood next to the identical one Siena and Ana had arrived in, a soft scratching escaping from the container, "Oh double crap!"