The first time it happened, Liliana May was just ten years old. The small trailer she lived in was lost to a harsh rain storm. A streak of ambient light cracked open the sky, and lightning electrified the air. The charge seemed to call to Lana, filling her small body with power. The scream of a banshee arose from within her, rising above the noise and chaos outside. She knew her family would die that night. The images would haunt her for the rest of her life. That was the life of a banshee after all. Death. He felt her stalking the pack. She was the Banshee. Wherever she went, death was sure to follow. As the leader of his pack and drug ring, Roman Morningstar knew she was valuable. He let the fact that she followed him go, it made her easy to find. Besides, she kept tabs on all the big boys playing the dangerous game that is life. Boy, did he play. He was the Alpha. The Master. Hell, he was the game.