A young women that wore a silver crown against her blood skin, stood starring at the burning buildings that made hell look like heaven. A werewolf that faced humans was on its own, and was hunted for the celebration of her death. Everything she knew was gone and slaughtered just because they were different from the humans that so desperately wanted control of the world. But that was there mistake. Young man who die for old man wars, was walking into what they thought was a hunt for the last werewolf. When in reality they were walking into hell and meeting Death himself who took more then joy spectating the werewolf games. We all like playing games... That is until we actually lose.