[If he was in a form with a tail, it'd be lashing furiously. He glowered, hands curling into fists to keep from moving. From picking up the couch and throwing it out her door.]

Clearly you haven't been learning enough about my kind if you think there's any veracity in anything you just said. Your friend hasn't just sat on your couch, Cassandra. He's bloody well erased every trace of my scent in this room. If I didn't know better, I'd think I'd never been here. Shall I take you to the markings outside? Show you the ten other suitors that have decided to stake their claim?

[She truly had no idea, and that was the part that infuriated him the most.]

Would you like to place a bet on whether or not your friend did the same thing in your room? In your bed?

[Lucas was certain of it. Whether or not she'd been active in letting the wolf scent all over the house, he wouldn't put it past a shifter that had crept into another's territory to sneak in and mark his territory over a previous scent. Either when she was occupied in another room or sneaking in while she was out. He might have done it himself if he'd had the right incentive.]