Into the woods

An idea that popped into my head one day and suddenly appeared onto the paper in front of me

A gun in one hand, a sword in the other, the perfect balance of the old ways and the new. She embodied that balance, a child of the new world and of that long forgotten.
She raised the gun, pointing through the trees. It was coming. The earth trembled beneath her feet, tiny tremors only she could feel; the forest had gone quiet, its growls filled her ears; she could smell its musk mixed with blood from the recent kill. She saw eyes peering at her through the darkness between the trees. No hesitation. The gun went off: one, two, three shots into the monster's body, but it clung to life. Another shot, it fell. She lowered the gun back to her side.
She took a step towards the bleeding mass of fur, when a growl sounded to her left. Two! Her eyes widened at the thought. She tightened her grip on the sword. It circled behind her, she let it. Let it think she let her guard down. The creature lunged, teeth bared and claws extended. She spun, sword raised. The blade connected with its lower chest, slicing upwards towards the throat. It roared, gurgling on its own blood, and went silent, hitting the dirt at her feet with a heavy thud. Blood splattered the dead leaves littering the forest floor, as well as her jacket.
She nudged the massive creature with her foot once to make sure it was dead. Still using her foot, she flipped the body so it was lying face up. The fur had already begun to recede, the body shrinking back to human. At this point, it was easily identifiable as male. She sheathed her sword and clipped her gun back on her hip, sighing.
She stepped over the body so that she had one foot on each side of the dead man's broad chest and dropped to one knee. Reaching out one gloved hand, she opened his eyes. Red. The entire eye had turned a blood red.
'An alpha,' she thought. 'A cursed alpha.'
She released the eyelid and placed her fingers lightly on his forehead. She bowed her head and closed her eyes.
"Lycaon," she prayed aloud, "lord of the wolves, to you comes a son for your pack, a hunter for your ranks. Welcome him into the afterlife with open arms, as you would any of your children. To the Great Alpha, I send a suffering son liberated pain, with hope that he may be whole once again."
 She got up and repeated the process for the other male, this time blue-eyed, who's life she ended. In the end, she left both bodies where they had fallen and strutted back through the treeline, midnight black hair blowing behind her. With a flick of her wrist, the corpses burst into flames, burning away the flesh and bone quickly. The forest once again came to life and the only thing proving anything happened at all was blood staining the ground and the ash blowing in the wind.

Author's Note

It's still a work in progress. Please tell me what you think and your opinion on making it better

Reviews

[Andrew Dane Parker]

It's good like it is. You managed to create an entire world in just a few short paragraphs. And all I would say to you is try to make your story stand out. Don't go for the typical genres of vampires or werewolves unless you have something to really make it unique. But over all it was a great read, so keep up the good work!