To Protect The Clan

Thousands of years Lycanthropes have been hunted.
As the beast storms through the castle, a warrior sweeps through the halls listening for the intruder. As sounds of snarling and paws against the floor grow louder, she positions herself. Upon first sight of the creature she leaps forward, blade of pure silver at the ready. And in one swift movement, the flooding, dark blood of the wolf washes over the room. The shriveled, torn body of who was once a powerful hunter lies still on the wooden floor. A warrior stands, katana in tow, spattered in the blood of her enemy. Partially regretful.
I have read up on Samurai from time. Not as much as I have werewolves and other creatures though. Just got this image in my head recently. Had to show you all when I was finished. Thought I'd give you all a taste of what I know.