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Erica hated full moons, which sucked because she wanted to love them. She locked herself away in the Hale house and it wasn’t because she was afraid she’d randomly attack people, it was because of the way the moon’s pull amplified some kind of sleeper agent within her. It had been months, now--several moons, and she still couldn’t get a handle on it. She’d thought Peter would help, but he had only managed to identify what it was that was happening to her. In the months since, she’d tried to avoid it, especially after what happened when she accidentally ripped out Talia’s neck. She knew her compulsion to follow orders hadn’t let up because instead of retaliating with a smart alek remark after hearing: “Erica, go away,” she actually went away.
But it was fine. It was whatever. So long as she stayed in the woods and away from people, she could make it through the night. Fully shifted, she made her way through the trees, keeping her mind open and a good view of the sky. It used to be her anchor--the one thing tying her to her humanity because it represented freedom. Now it represented the freedom she couldn’t have. An endless void of possibility she couldn’t dive into because she was stuck. Keeping an ever-vigilant ear out for hunters, Erica wove through the trees as she made her way to the cliffs. Once she reached the open air and saw Beacon Hills laid out before her with only half as many lights as it should, There was, surprisingly, no bloodlust in her wolf--only wanderlust. Without an anchor to keep her human, she didn’t stop to think about being quiet. It was much easier to give in and let the wolf take control as she let out a long and lowly howl.
