Never before had she been in a room full of mostly vampires and Dark Hunters. She could hear those inner warning bells clanging in her head encouraging the lupine to get out of this place. This was no place for a Were or any supernatural creatures that liked to see another day. It was her feral side that was making her stay. Maybe it was the thrill of being stuck in a life or death situation? Who the hell knew. Whatever sort of confidence the creature had Raven leaning on it heavily tonight. While Azrael was busy conversing with the Dark Hunter that proved his disguise was worthless her attention was on the vampires around them. Their cold eyes felt unsettling when their dark gaze fell on the two of them. Raven had to steel herself in place when a group of vampires got into a scuffle. Her other side wanted to attack and keep them away and Raven wouldn't allow that. This was not the time nor place to let her other half have a moment of chaotic freedom, like it could if she entered the fighting ring at the Ark. However, she would allow the creature to stand in a protective stance beside Azrael and look threatening. It seemed that tonight Azrael was rather popular with the individuals that wanted to be here. A group of vampires nearby seemed to catch his attention again and they didn't look friendly at all. That need to keep him safe only intensified now. Hackles rose as her black lips pulled back slowly to reveal those sharp white teeth, her ears lacing down flat against her skull. That feral side easily taking the reins in this moment. It didn't go unnoticed when she felt the Dark Hunter start to run his fingers along her back, the fur along her hackles falling for a moment. When they dismissed them, she looked up at Azrael as he grumbled. As always Raven was the voice of reason.

"They don't need a reason to attack us...and you are provoking them. This isn't the place to start fights."

Nope. It was not. This wasn't the place to start a fight. This wasn't a place to make friends. This wasn't the place to do anything. Certainly Azrael had everything he needed to go back to the Council and explain that this place needed to be shut down immediately. What more did they need? They had the program that contained all the evidence that he needed. What more was there to be needed for his case. Should they purchase a captive and let them speak first hand? They should be leaving here and leaving here now. But of course the doors opened up to allow the massive crowd to enter whatever new room they should all file in. She was about to follow Azrael, but she was stopped by a firm and small hand stroking her. Turning her head to see the child vampire petting her she held back her other half from wanting to bite him. Children were off limits. Well, they should be. Although Raven knew this child, perhaps, had been a child for decades or centuries. The child's adult friend seemed interested and made his thoughts know to Azrael on how much he would purchase her. Seeing the man bat the child's hand off her she quickly moved to stand behind him, making sure that he was between the two vampires and herself. It was being called merchandise that made her feral side growl lower, not pleased with that word at all. The idea that Azrael said she was worth 10 dollars made her snort in disapproval. Surely her life was worth more than that, right? The vampire's reply that she could be a thousand dollars caused her to tilt her head to the side. He wanted her only for her coat and her hide was worth that much? As the two debated she kept her eyes on the child vampire who seemed quite eager to try to pet her again, his little plump hand swatting near her as he stretched his arm to pet her. With the deal clearly not going anywhere and the adult vampire storming off with the child in tow she turned and followed Azrael, brushing her shoulder against his side. Looking up at him in disbelief she snorted softly in annoyance.

"It's not Sera you have to worry about. Tobias would eat you alive. And a million dollars, what idiot would buy me for a million dollars?"

Raven was certain Serafina would be dismayed if she was sold to some vampires that wanted to do God knows what to her. The idea of Tobias hearing that his new bride was sold like a common animal would be lost upon him...but the idea that she wouldn't be coming back to him would surely make him livid. Her spotted companion was one that would always retaliate with violence, and she was certain that Tobias would do something terrible to him. And the idea of her being worth a million dollars. No one was worth that much and she knew quite well that wasn't her price tag. Although she knew her price tag wasn't ten dollars either. As they made their way down the ramp she could smell the terror seeping from those captured souls. Blue-grey eyes widened upon the rows and rows of cages containing a variety of supernatural creatures at different ages. Those cages reminded her of her own time behind bars. She could feel that confidence she once had swept entirely away. She could feel her other half retreating. It seemed that neither of them could cope with being around an environment that triggered those dark times. The she-wolf leaned more into the Dark Hunter closing her eyes and wishing she could leave this place. Opening her eyes to the horror she saw she nearly whimpered when she noticed a small child cowering in the back of her cage, looking terribly frightened. Oh how she wished she could leap down, tear open the cage, and keep the child away from these monsters. Weakly her voice held a somber tone as she turned her head away in shame.

"We won't be able to save them, any of them."

Looking again she watched as the vampires conversed with one another as if nothing was wrong. She watched as some Weres were forced out of their cage, forced to shift into their animal form, or use a power their sheet of paper claimed they could perform. The logos from those larger bars were familiar to her. She had seen their boxes of cargo being loaded and unloaded along the docks. A male vampire with the bloody paw print on his shirt shoved roughly into Azrael. Raven watched as the two stood silently stating at one another, before he marched off. Upset, the she-wolf used her telekinesis to forcefully grab his shirt and tug him down to the floor so he would fall. Following Azrael down the ramp she kept close to him looking down at the floor as if it were the most interesting thing. His comment about how they all got here was answered with disdain.

"Your kind probably hunts us down and make their profit. If I had a rival in another pack, I'd catch them and let their fate reside here, so they wouldn't be a problem to me anymore. A witch or a warlock might have not performed very well so someone gets their revenge and sells them here."

As they reached the cold pavement she looked up to see those stacks of cages and buyers. As they walked she made sure to keep Azrael always between the cages and herself. She could feel herself getting sick as she overheard the vampire's conversations. Explaining what they would do to whatever poor soul they bought. It was the sound or a roar that caught her attention. Up ahead there was a massive black-haired lion roaring at a group of vampires and Dark Hunters as one of its handlers zapped it with an electric prong forcing the creature to go back into his cage. Shaking her head she looked up at the Dark Hunter, with a pleading look.

"What do we need here to make your Council come and try to shut this place down?"

Raven Cain.