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She pushed the hood back again to stare at him, embarrassment tinting her cheeks. Then she flung herself at him in a huge hug, radiating gratitude overwhelmingly.

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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.

She pushed the hood back again to stare at him, embarrassment tinting her cheeks. Then she flung herself at him in a huge hug, radiating gratitude overwhelmingly.

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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.

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Derek snarled lowly but kept his head down as he was transferred to the person that bought him, seeing a small female form before him now.

Her gaze softened under his stare. “You can do as you like here,” Summer said gently. “We would prefer it if you took care of yourself, slept and ate and bathed and exercised and so forth. The only thing you can’t do right now is leave the compound.” Putting the tablet down, she sat on the edge of the bed, resting her hand on his leg. “Please try to trust us, a little.”

Derek had weariness and discomfort rolling off of him as she sat and placed a small hand on his leg, the appendage shifting out from under her. “I haven’t bitten any of you yet, is that not a good enough start,” he said, not really meaning to be amusing. It was true, he’d thought about it, but they hadn’t harmed him. 

Summer’s mouth twitched a little, as if she was concealing a smile. “You have a very good point,” she said gravely, instead. “I will bear that in mind. Will you come with me now to see Spring, or would you rather eat and sleep some more?”

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Derek snarled lowly but kept his head down as he was transferred to the person that bought him, seeing a small female form before him now.

She considered him for a moment, head to one side, and folded both hands over the tablet screen. “If you’re up to it, I’d like our doctor to take a look at you. She won’t be able to do anything about those emotional scars, but we can at least help make sure your wrists don’t scar.”

After a moment of silence, she stood up. “My name is Summer, in case I forgot to tell you that. I’m an empath. You’ve met my cousin Spring, who heals, and my twin Winter, who is a mundane but very important to us all the same. You probably won’t meet Autumn unless you decide to go outside, and we don’t have any other guests at the moment.”

“Fine,” Derek murmured again when addressed about the doctor. It was odd, the way she spoke to him and treated him. All of them. Like his opinion mattered. Which he supposed it did, considering he was a live being. But all the same, he’d never been treated that way before. He just stared at her after that, unsure what he was supposed to do, sitting up against the headboard of the bed.

Her gaze softened under his stare. “You can do as you like here,” Summer said gently. “We would prefer it if you took care of yourself, slept and ate and bathed and exercised and so forth. The only thing you can’t do right now is leave the compound.” Putting the tablet down, she sat on the edge of the bed, resting her hand on his leg. “Please try to trust us, a little.”

She pushed the hood back again to stare at him, embarrassment tinting her cheeks. Then she flung herself at him in a huge hug, radiating gratitude overwhelmingly.

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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.

She wasted a few moments marvelling at how /safe/ she felt, caught between their two bodies, before the tide of sleep dragged her under.

— hands at her throat, scrabbling, choking — drowning in darkness and silence — eyes just eyes full of hate she couldn’t taste and madness she couldn’t hear — claws stripping her skin until she could count her own bones — her heart dripping dripping stomped squashed flattened mutilated —

She flung herself bolt upright, trying uselessly to scream, fighting the covers and anything else that touched her. Her breath rasped in her throat as she panted and gasped for air. Something had her hair, and she yanked, tears starting from the pain in her scalp, and flung herself in a heap on the floor.

Derek woke first to Summer tossing and turning. Isaac woke next and sat up, looking over at her. Then she was moving more, then she was pressing, pushing, punching and hitting. Isaac scrambled off the bed when Derek leaned over and pressed him that way, hurrying to the wall. 

Summer moved before he could move back and then her hair was under his leg and she hit and kicked out. Derek rolled off of her hair as soon as he could, calling her name. “Wake up! Summer, wake up, it’s a dream! Come out of it!” he called as he scrambled down, pulling her as gently as he could into his arms.

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.

She pushed the hood back again to stare at him, embarrassment tinting her cheeks. Then she flung herself at him in a huge hug, radiating gratitude overwhelmingly.

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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.

She glanced back and forth between them again, looking sceptical. Then she heaved a huge sigh and rolled over onto her side, curling up slightly. Red hair fanned out behind her, a few locks tumbling from the motion against a werewolf body. Determinedly she closed her eyes.

Derek and Isaac both just chuckled, both of them turning toward her but not crowding her. Derek ended up getting comfortable on his side, facing her back and being careful to not roll over on her hair. Isaac rolled all the way over onto his stomach, arms wrapping around a pillow and snuggling his face into it, and then they all settled. 

She wasted a few moments marvelling at how /safe/ she felt, caught between their two bodies, before the tide of sleep dragged her under.

— hands at her throat, scrabbling, choking — drowning in darkness and silence — eyes just eyes full of hate she couldn’t taste and madness she couldn’t hear — claws stripping her skin until she could count her own bones — her heart dripping dripping stomped squashed flattened mutilated —

She flung herself bolt upright, trying uselessly to scream, fighting the covers and anything else that touched her. Her breath rasped in her throat as she panted and gasped for air. Something had her hair, and she yanked, tears starting from the pain in her scalp, and flung herself in a heap on the floor.

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Derek snarled lowly but kept his head down as he was transferred to the person that bought him, seeing a small female form before him now.

When he woke up again, Summer sat in his little chair, one leg neatly crossed over the other. Her head was bent over a tablet, red hair pulled back smoothly in a bun. A tray with a bowl and cup sat on the table. She reached out absently and touched the edge of the tray, and steam rose from the bowl and cup.

After a moment, her green eyes flicked up to meet his. “Did you sleep well?”

Derek was extremely disoriented when he woke up, the smell of someone in his room rousing him more than anything. He couldn’t tell how long he’d been asleep, only that it’d felt like years. He crouched away from the voice, pulling himself up toward the headboard of the bed. When he finally blinked his eyes open, he saw Summer once again and his nose picked up the smell of what was on the tray.

“Fine,” was the reply, his voice thick and low with sleep, rough from the rest he hadn’t had in a long time.

She considered him for a moment, head to one side, and folded both hands over the tablet screen. “If you’re up to it, I’d like our doctor to take a look at you. She won’t be able to do anything about those emotional scars, but we can at least help make sure your wrists don’t scar.”

After a moment of silence, she stood up. “My name is Summer, in case I forgot to tell you that. I’m an empath. You’ve met my cousin Spring, who heals, and my twin Winter, who is a mundane but very important to us all the same. You probably won’t meet Autumn unless you decide to go outside, and we don’t have any other guests at the moment.”

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Derek snarled lowly but kept his head down as he was transferred to the person that bought him, seeing a small female form before him now.

“Please tell one of us if there’s something you need or the things in here don’t suit you or fit.” Winter paused in the doorway for a moment, eyes and smile soft. “Sleep now, Derek. You’re safe here.”

The door stayed open when she left. If he were to close it, he would notice a lock he could throw, on the inside. There were clothes, plain but close to his size, in the drawers of the dresser, and in the closet next to the bathroom. A hairbrush, toothbrush, and toothpaste waited on the counter, and a small first aid kit in the mirrored cabinet.

There was no razor, though.

Derek just stared at the space left when Winter walked out of the room. Safe? Could there even be such a thing anymore? He couldn’t even muster up the strength to explore the bathroom, it would be there tomorrow. He just gently pushed the door to mostly closed, leaving it about half a foot open, shucked his pants, and crawled into the bed.

After the auction, sleeping in cages or piled on top of others, or under them, the bed was extraordinary. A groan left his lips as he laid down on his stomach, asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.

When he woke up again, Summer sat in his little chair, one leg neatly crossed over the other. Her head was bent over a tablet, red hair pulled back smoothly in a bun. A tray with a bowl and cup sat on the table. She reached out absently and touched the edge of the tray, and steam rose from the bowl and cup.

After a moment, her green eyes flicked up to meet his. “Did you sleep well?”

She pushed the hood back again to stare at him, embarrassment tinting her cheeks. Then she flung herself at him in a huge hug, radiating gratitude overwhelmingly.

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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.

Her gaze flicked back and forth between them, a faint flush appearing on her cheeks. Carefully, she removed her pants, and climbed up from the foot of the bed between them. Very carefully not touching either of them, she squirmed her way under the covers and laid flat and still.

Derek and Isaac let her between them and Derek had to repress his grin at seeing her being so stiff. “So. Are you going to lay stiff as a board all night or are you going to relax and then we can all get comfortable? If you don’t want us to touch, that’s fine, but it’s more comfortable when we can all move about, trust me.”

She glanced back and forth between them again, looking sceptical. Then she heaved a huge sigh and rolled over onto her side, curling up slightly. Red hair fanned out behind her, a few locks tumbling from the motion against a werewolf body. Determinedly she closed her eyes.

She pushed the hood back again to stare at him, embarrassment tinting her cheeks. Then she flung herself at him in a huge hug, radiating gratitude overwhelmingly.

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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.

She wanted to ask more, to know more, but she couldn’t stop yawning, either. She stumbled after them, trying to swallow a spate of yawns, up the stairs to Derek’s bedroom. There she paused, wondering how things would work out. 

Derek and Isaac walked right in, both stripping down to their boxers and climbing into the bed. When Derek realized Summer wasn’t in there with them, he looked back to her and almost at the same time, Isaac and Derek held the covers down, an invitation. “You want the middle or an outside?” Isaac asked, rubbing his eyes. There was room in the middle and some on each side of the guys, and they’d all scoot and adjust once she was in too.

Her gaze flicked back and forth between them, a faint flush appearing on her cheeks. Carefully, she removed her pants, and climbed up from the foot of the bed between them. Very carefully not touching either of them, she squirmed her way under the covers and laid flat and still.