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.
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.
Isaac took a tentative step forward as Summer slumped into Derek. Derek for his part just held her and let her hold his wrists and breathe. When she got back up, he and Isaac just watched.
When she finally gave them both that look, Derek tugged Isaac by the front of his boxers, making the elastic pop against his hip. He yelped and Derek smirked as they both shuffled back to the bed. “Okay, we’re here. How do you want us?” he asked softly, giving her a gentle smile, Isaac rubbing his hip with a pout, though he wasn’t hurt. Just mad Derek had got him first.
She patted the space to either side of her, looking small and lost all alone in the big bed. When they climbed in, she laid down on her side again, and hesitantly reached out to put an arm over Isaac’s waist. As her fingers brushed his skin she flinched away, reaching to grab Derek’s arm instead and pull it around her own waist. Then tentatively she tried again with Isaac.