Derek was a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.
It was the breaking of the silence that woke her fully. Not her name, so much as simply a voice, shredding the haze of nightmare. She clutched at Derek’s arms, eyes fixed to his face, panting still. Her heart thundered in her ears, pounding almost painfully hard.
When Summer finally came back to, her fingers digging almost painfully at Derek’s arms, he talked to her calmly. “I’ve got you. It’s alright. It’s just Isaac and I. You’re safe. You’re fine,” he assured, hands sliding to cup her face.
When he said Isaac’s name, she started, eyes falling shut. Her senses felt raw and abused, but she reached out all the same, lightly touching both werewolves with her mind before she sagged forward in Derek’s hands. Safe. She was safe, it was just a dream.
Relaxing her grip, she put her hands around Derek’s wrists for a moment, trying to slow her breathing and heartbeat, then looked up and gave him a wan smile. She climbed back on the bed, fastidiously straightening the covers, before giving each werewolf a pleading look.