True, she should ask before levitating people and yet no one seemed bothered when she made their body go up in the air. If anything they seemed a bit entertained. Her attempt at helping Azrael out left her with a sour taste in her mouth. One day he'll need her levitation and she won't have any time to ask for permission. But that will be his problem, not hers. As they walked down the dock she called out the fact that they didn't know one another's abilities. It wasn't as if they attempted to bond with one another. They both were connected together solely through the raven-haired woman they adored. They might as well at least try to get along and tolerate one another to the point where they may even like one another. Once again the she-wolf would have to put her trust in Azrael tonight again. After shifting and coming to a stop at his car she allowed the man to put the bullet proof vest on her, the vest a bit uncomfortable and unusual. Once the vest was on her she followed after him down the street and alleyways towards his final destination, the wolf trying to get used to how the vest moved and felt on her form when she moved around.

Meeting his associates was a little bit unnerving. After all, Dark Hunters hunted and destroyed their kind. Weres were capable of jumping out of line and attacking and who couldn't say Dark Hunters wouldn't do the same thing? Raven did not like how Rowen questioned her abilities. Seeing Rowen flinch as she gently pressed her voice all into their minds was amusing, but it delighted her when she got his reaction about the ducks. Her head lifted upwards a bit, black lips pulling back to reveal some of her sharp teeth, in a true wolf grin. As Azrael got Rowen back in line the she-wolf gently pressed her shoulder into the blondes' leg, a silent gesture in letting him know she was ready. While he ordered the other Dark Hunters to their assignments her attention was shifted towards the warehouse they would be heading into. Pointing her muzzle upward she inhaled the various scents she could catch, catching some familiar scents like her Alphas' mark for their boundaries, various humans and other supernatural creatures, but there were a few scents that were different and she couldn't figure out what they were. Turning her dial towards Azrael, both ears were pointed towards him as she watched his hand go towards one of his pockets. Gently her voiced pressed into his own as she answered his question.

"Yes, I used to work at the Den's Armory. We dealt with weapons and had a shooting range inside."

Pointing her nose at the scrap of cloth she inhaled it deeply, her cold nose moving about as she sniffed the cloth, making note that this was the scent she needed to focus more on. Taking a step back she bobbed her head up and down, signaling that she got the scent. Obediently she followed after him reaching his side, her claws making their 'tap tap' noise over the cobbled stones. As Azrael pressed his body into the steel wall, she pressed her own form against it too. When he entered in the warehouse she followed after him noting how dark it was. Odd. Usually warehouses had dim to low lightning. Not all the lights were on just a few, but in here there was nothing. She couldn't help, but shiver a bit as they headed towards the main part of the warehouse, the place feeling oddly disturbing. Blue-grey eyes narrowed as she noticed the shapes of the crates, seeing the rows and how each create was placed on top of one another. One ear twitched when he spoke and without a word she trotted over towards the row of crates. She would start sniffing the boxes on the first row and then start tilting her head upwards to get the crate on the top sniffed at too. She would run along the rows a bit, noting the scents were mostly of the produce. The crates were stacked in rows of threes and she was only able to smell the first row and a little bit of the second. Using her gift she levitated towards the top of the crates. Lowering her head to her paws she trotted along the top only to stop on one of them, catching that familiar scent of the gunpowder. Standing on top of the crate she looked around and saw Azrael, her tail wagging side to side, silently letting him know she found it. Although she did find something else.

In the darker corridors in the warehouse she could have sworn she saw movement. The fur on her back started to stand up underneath her vest. Standing alert she narrowed her eyes staring at the spot she could have sworn she saw movement. Now, it could have been one of the Dark Hunters moving about into his position, but she still felt uneasy. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the movement again, turning around sharply, the black mass of movement moved upwards towards the rafters, and there she could see some sort of figure jumping about. Her jaw dropped as she released a very low warning growl, that growl coming deep from her chest. Taking another sniff of the air she caught that odd familiar scent again, she had only smelled it once and it was far from here. Both ears titled back as she moved away from the crate that held the gunpowder scent, her eyes shifting away from the rafters and back towards the corridor where she swore she heard a light hiss. Her voice held a nervous note as it pressed into Azraels' head.

"I don't think we're alo."

The wolf yelped as she felt something heavy slam into her body from above, her body falling off the stack of crate and into the floor, leaving an imprint thanks to the ginger-haired vampire with burned marks that hadn't healed all the way yet. Blue-grey eyes widened in shock as the vampire's angry golden eyes narrowed, as an unearthly hiss left his mouth, his hands pressed firmly on her neck and chest. Wriggling underneath him she tried to get the ginger-haired vampire off her, yelping as he continued to press harder. This was the same ginger-haired vampire she and Azrael ran into at the auction warehouse, the same one she and Mira set up in flames, the one that killed his twin brother...the one that Raven thought had killed him too. She could hear the man speak threateningly, as his teeth flashed in her face.

"I'm going to make you suffer...like you made me suffer."

Raven Cain.