A Werewolf Fantasy
The headless animal ran off at top speed and kept going until it smashed itself into a tree and it died for the second time that night.
“Impressive,” said Zorraya, coming up quietly behind her. “Let us hope the headless body does not come alive again.”
“I doubt it,” said Erin, nodding toward the beast’s head on the ground near her. The glow had left the eyes and was replaced by gaping darkness. “I think as long as their heads are still attached to their bodies, they can come back to life just like zombies.”
“What does that mean?”
“Zombies are also called the undead,” Erin explained.
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