A/N So I wasn't planning on updating this quickly but I got bored in class and started writing. This is the outcome of that. Thank you everybody for all the reviews. I hope I don't disappoint you all. Just don't always expect updates this fast. Enjoy.

-Thoroughly

She was screaming, struggling, trying to get away from them.

"Stop, please stop!" she pleaded as tears streamed down her face. They were laughing at her. The one on top of her let go of one of her hands, she used all of the strength she could to hit him. As soon as he cried out she got out from under him and ran, only to be tackled by the other one after a few strides. Her attacker roughly turned her over and slammed her head into the ground.

"Now little girl you just made things a lot harder for yourself." He sneered as he gathered both of her wrists in one hand and pinned her legs down with his own. She felt his other hand start to crawl up her stomach and she struggled to get free, she was screaming again.

"Wake up! Wake up, please! You're safe." She heard someone desperately pleading in the distance, but she could still feel the hands on her. There was suddenly a sharp pain against her cheek and her eyes opened to find her on a bed surrounded by people. There were tears still streaming down her face and she was shaking. She curled closer to the solid mass that was cradling her. She looked up and saw a man she didn't know and immediately launched herself from the bed and into the corner of the room. She curled in on herself and started sobbing again. They hadn't come back to finish her, they had come back to take her.

"Lydia, I don't think that was probably the best thing to do." snarled the man at a red headed girl.

"Derek, she was freaking out in her dream, we had to snap her out of it somehow." She replied as she tightened her ponytail.

The guy, Derek, slowly got off the bed and mad his way toward her. He started to reach for her.

"Don't touch me, please don't touch me." She sobbed as she rocked herself back and forth, pulling her knees up tighter to her chest.

"Okay, okay calm down. We won't touch you." He raised his hands in almost surrender and backed up to sit back against the bed. "How about we start with introductions, I'm Derek and this is my pa- I mean family." He looked at the group behind him.

"Lydia"

"Jackson"

"Boyd"

"Stiles"

"Erica"

"Isaac"

"Scott"

She tried to remember everyone's faces as they each said their names. Lydia was the red head, Jackson was the blonde, Boyd ha the dark skin, Stiles had the big brown eyes and slight buzz cut, Erica had long blonde hair, Isaac was the tall curly haired one, and Scott looked slightly Hispanic. She realized one girl hadn't said her name. This girl was kind of pale and had dark hair. She slowly stepped forward and knelt down.

"I'm Allison; do you want to tell us your name?" Allison had kind eyes and a nice smile. These couldn't be the people who attacked her.

"I'm Devan." She said as she relaxed her arms and legs.

"Okay, Devan," Allison smiled and sat down cross legged on the floor, "we aren't going to hurt you, we want to help. Can you tell us what happened?"

Devan looked around the room, stretched out her legs and ran her hands through her hair. "I was walking home from the movies, and someone grabbed me and pulled me into a car." She took a deep breath before she continued. "I tried to remember the self-defense my dad taught me but they were stronger than me. When the car finally came to a stop, one of the guys pulled me from the back seat by my hair and threw me on the ground. Before I could get up one of them was on top of me. He held my hands down at my sides; I struggled and begged for them to stop. They just laughed at me. The one on top of me let go of one of my arms and I hit him as hard as I could. I surprised him I guess because I was able to get away. I started running but didn't get very far before the other one tackled me and slammed my head on the ground. He held me down and kept saying how I had just made it so much harder for myself. He had my wrist held in one hand and his other hand was touching me. By then the other one had caught up to us and had rope, he tied my hands together and held them there above my head."

Devan hadn't realized that she had started crying and shaking again. Allison offered her hand out, keeping enough distance to let her make the decision. Devan hesitated only a moment before slowly taking the other girls hand. She took another deep breath before she started again.

"I just closed my eyes and kept begging quietly but they didn't listen. I started feeling something sharp cut across my stomach. They were cutting me with a knife or something. They told me that if I stopped struggling the cutting would stop but if I kept at it they would keep getting deeper. How was I supposed to stop fighting? How could I just give up? I stilled for just a moment, to think, to try and figure something out. I guess he took that as me submitting because he started trying to take of my clothes and then he, he. . . ." she couldn't finished she was sodding so hard. Allison squeezed her hand and patted her leg soothingly.

"They both did it, both of them. They took turns. I tried to fight them off but they kept hitting me and cutting me. Then they left me in the woods to die. I had so many cuts on my body and I hurt so much I couldn't move. I just laid there and waited to die. I heard someone coming through the woods and that is the last thing I remember." Devan shifted over to where she was under Allison's arm and leaning into the other girl.

"It was Derek coming through the woods. He was the one that found you. He carried you back here." Stiles said, as he rested his chin on top of Erica's head. The blonde had her arms wrapped around the boy's waist; her eyes were glistening in the dark.

"Thanks you for finding me." Devan whispered as she looked up at Derek from under her eyelashes. She was tired and just wanted to sleep.

"Come on Devan; let's get you back in bed." Allison said as she helped Devan stand and maneuver to the bed. Devan collapsed on the pillows and sighed as the blankets were pulled up over her shoulders. She felt someone run their fingers through her hair soothing before she fell asleep.

Everyone shuffled out of the room as Allison gently tucked Devan back into bed.

"How could someone do that." Asked Erica as she wiped her eyes, clutching Stiles hand.

"The world is full of evil people. That doesn't matter now." Derek sighed. "What does matter is that we keep her safe and comfortable. You saw her. She was terrified; she didn't want to be touched. I don't know if we would have even gotten her name if it hadn't been for Allison."

"You can understand why she's so scared though, right?" Allison asked as she quietly closed the door. "She was attacked, beaten, and raped. I don't know who wouldn't be terrified after that." Anger had started to burn brighter in her eyes as she said every word.

"But she is safe now, that's what we need to focus on. Let's take turns watching her tonight in case she has another nightmare." Stiles suggested, the girl needed the pack even if she didn't realize it just yet.

"I'll take first watch, get some sleep guys. Scott come switch with me in about an hour and a half. Allison I might have to come get you if she freaks out again. I don't want to test her and if she doesn't want me to touch her I won't. I don't want to traumatize her anymore." Allison nodded as she Scott drifted towards their rooms with the others. He smiled as he watched them, he was surprised at how caring everyone seemed to be towards their new pack member. Tomorrow, if Devan was up to it, they would explain about the pack, about the bite.