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After all that had happened, she still didn't regret it.
When Derek's teeth tore into her then fragile flesh leaving a bloody wound, she could only imagine how much better her life would be. It'll only hurt a little longer, she had told herself as she sat in the dreary hospital room, clutching her side. It would never hurt again.
Chained to an abandoned train car, screaming violently as steel burrowed into her skull, she didn't regret it. A full moon was predictable; it could never creep up on her in the middle of a test or in gym class. On a full moon, she could at least learn to control herself.
Even as she lay helplessly, inches from her ruthless classmate, or as they hung from the Argent's basement ceiling, Erica only regretted that there was nothing she could do to help Boyd.
Even now, caged up like a dog, she didn't want to go back to what her life was like before. Before the bite she had been alone. No matter how supportive her parents were or how nice the nurses at the hospital were, they couldn't understand. As a werewolf, she had a pack. In here, she had Boyd.