Derek's senses pestered him to climb up, to go higher. He didn't understand this sudden need, he had been flying with an airplane and he couldn't get much higher than that. Besides, his wolf wasn't much of a fan of heights, he prefered the feeling of a solid ground beneath his feet. Right now, he would rather go out for a run, test this body he woke up in, find out its strength and boundaries. He had seen a large park outside through their suite's window, full of tall trees with thick branches and a deep blue lake that glistened in the sun. He wondered if the grass would feel under his bare feet like he distantly remembered and if jumping into the lake would be a similar experience to taking a shower. Maybe he and Stiles could go to the park later and explore it together.
Or they could cuddle up on that comfy looking bed in their suite while Derek drank in the dark and grounding scent of Stiles. His wolf would like that, too.
But he was more than a werewolf, he was the pentachoron. It was his duty to protect humanity and he couldn't get distracted by his own needs until he had brought the sacred stones to the nemeton and prevented the dark moon from rising, before it grew strong enough to absorb the energy of every living creature and left nothing but a cold void.
When he closed his eyes and concentrated on his inside, he was not able to find the link to the fourth dimension, yet, but he felt that little pull, that need to do the right thing, which he was only able to describe to Stiles as his instinct, even though he knew himself that it was something much bigger.
Obeying this instinct, he let his feet steer him towards the elevators. He growled in frustration when he found out that a security card was needed to ride up to the highest level. Determined, he went back into the hall to search for another way upwards until he found a fire escape staircase. He jogged the three flights of stairs up without getting winded.
The hall on the twenty-fifth floor was way smaller than the one that lead to Derek's and Stiles' suite and contained only one door, beside the fire exit. Sensing that this was where he was supposed to be, Derek tried to get into the suite, but the door was locked.
He was fiddling with the card slot, when he heard the ding of the elevator. Before its doors could open, Derek rushed back to the staircase and hid behind the big fire door. Through a small crack, he watched a group of people stream out of the elevator, some of them seemed to be hotel employees, others wore heavy uniforms and held sleek weapons, appearing to be security guards. Two porters grunted as they carried a heavy looking trunk between them. A petite, young woman followed them, flanked by two assistants dressed in beautiful modern clothes.
The woman herself wore a floral dress and long, strawberry blonde hair fell in thick curls over her shoulders, framing her soft face and piercing eyes. Her lips were painted in an aggressive red and she strutted on her high heels through the hall as if she owned the world. Derek had no doubts that this was the woman chosen to protect the stones.
One hotel employee opened the door towards her suite and the porters hurriedly carried Miss Martin's luggage inside. When she was about to enter herself, her stride suddenly faltered. An appalled look crossed her face and her eyes became unfocused, yet within seconds she had brushed the expression aside and gave her worried looking assistant a confident smile. The men gave her a knowing look, but didn't say anything and stepped inside, before the redhead leaned over to her other assistant, a coquettish woman with blond curls, and whispered something into her ear.
With a surprised look, the blonde's eyes shot in Derek's direction. Startled, he pulled the door closed, wincing as it went shut with an audible thud.
He crouched at the staircase, contemplating if he should go outside and talk to the banshee or just run away and come back later, when a lot less people were there to witness their affair, as suddenly a rhythmic knock was tapped against the door. Wary, he opened it a bit and peeked through the creak outside to find the blonde assistant smiling at him with a flirtatious grin.
„Miss Lydia Martin wants you to know how glad she is that you're here", she told him with a voice that bore more sincerity than her sharp appereance. „She will give you what you came to get. After the concert. Stay here."
Before Derek could reply something, she pushed the door close and he was once again alone. With his back to the wall, he settled down for a long wait.