Chapter 4 A Girl Who Fell from the Sky

Klaus had been drinking at the bar all night, and when he left, the sky was already showing its first rays of dawn.

Last night, Marx had sent him a message saying that they had received the bride, but that things had changed, and Marx wished to see him. But now he just wanted to rest. While alcohol doesn't completely numb a werewolf's nerves, too much of it makes a difference.

He felt extremely sleepy, and if there had been a bed nearby, he would have fallen asleep in it.

Klaus returned to the Silver Sailboat Hotel, and as he walked down the path leading to the VIP room, a golden light came straight at him from the sky.

He stopped and looked up, squinting through the lens of his sunglasses. At that moment, he felt a sudden urge to smoke a cigarette, as it was a long time since he had seen such a beautiful sky.

Klaus lit a Marlboro cigarette as the glass shattered and he saw the body of a girl leap out of a high-rise window into the golden light.

The girl's body was falling, 0.1s, 0.2s...

Klaus took a deep drag from his cigarette. He loved the pleasure of the smoke that escaped his nostrils, but he feared he might not be able to finish it.

Klaus stubbed out his cigarette and sprinted away.

At the moment when the girl's body was about to make contact with the ground, he caught her firmly in both hands.

The girl's body was light and agile.

She was trembling; she must have been frightened.

It was then that Klaus noticed the girl's hands were shackled, and she had visible bruises on her face.

Was she being abused? Klaus thought to himself.

"Are you okay?" Klaus carried the girl to a nearby bench, where she took a deep breath and became emotionally unstable.

"What's your name?" Klaus deliberately kept his voice low, trying not to frighten the girl.

The girl looked around in horror, and then up at the upper window. She opened her mouth to speak, but all she could do was hiss in her throat.

"Are you mute?"

The girl shook her head.

"Did someone kidnap you?"

The girl nodded, her eyes growing anxious as she looked around.

"Is your kidnapper living upstairs?"

The girl nodded and wrote the word "help" on her other palm with her finger.

"You want me to help you?"

The girl nodded desperately, her blue eyes pleading for help. She was like a little rabbit pursued by a wild wolf, so weak and pitiful.

"Okay, I'll have to get you out of here first." Klaus knew that the sound of a window being broken would soon attract the attention of the hotel security, so it would be best to get the girl to safety now.

Klaus draped his blazer over the girl's body and picked her up. He left the scene as quickly as possible.

Klaus's VIP room was located deeper in the villa, where only royal staff was allowed entry. As Klaus opened the door to the room and placed the girl on the sofa, she sat up straight, her eyes full of wariness.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you," Klaus assured her, stepping back. He tried to pour the girl a glass of water, but realized the room was stocked only with wine.

"A glass of wine might help you calm down," Klaus said, pouring a little whiskey into a glass. The girl didn't take it.

"First, we need to deal with these chains," Klaus frowned.

Klaus immediately thought of Marx, who was adept at such tasks. He sent a message to Marx on his phone, asking him to come to his room immediately.

Three minutes later, Marx appeared in Klaus's room. He looked startled when he saw the strange girl sitting there.

"Don't look at me like that," Klaus said, knowing what Marx was thinking. "This girl jumped out of a hotel window. I saved her. It's as simple as that."

"So what do you need me to do?" Marx asked.

"Find a way to break the chain on her hand, and We need to uncover who her kidnapper is."

"You've never had to deal with this before," Marx noted, knowing that his alpha was not a particularly warm-hearted man.

"Enough chatter, just do what I say," Klaus said, displeased.

"Alright." Marx said, examining the chain. "I think I can break this."

A few minutes later, Marx used his iron tongs to cut through the chain binding the girl. As the chain broke and fell to the ground, Klaus finally saw a smile on the girl's face.

"Who would kidnap a girl in a hotel?" Marx asked, "And she doesn't seem like a wild woman from the north."

"Could it be the werewolf trafficking ring?" Klaus suggested. He had heard of unscrupulous individuals who specialized in trafficking coyotes and forcing them into prostitution. Perhaps the girl had been trafficked north by these individuals, and the customer who bought her was staying at the Silver Sailboat Hotel.

If that was the case, the purchaser must be of relatively high rank, as ordinary people were not eligible to stay at this hotel.

"You're free now," Klaus said to the girl. "Tell me, who kidnapped you? Can you write? Can you communicate through writing?"

The girl nodded, so Klaus brought her a blank sheet of paper and a pen, but the girl hesitated and didn't write a single word on the paper.

She still didn't seem to trust them fully.

Klaus gave Marx a furtive glance and they stepped out onto the balcony. Klaus whispered to Marx, "You go and find out the name of the person who stayed in the room where the girl jumped out of the window. It would be great if we could access the hotel's surveillance video to identify who kidnapped her."

Marx nodded and left the room.

Now only Klaus and the girl remained in the room, and he noticed that the girl's arm had been cut by the glass, and the wound was still bleeding, unhealed.

This surprised Klaus, as most werewolf bodies possess the ability to heal themselves, but the girl's self-healing abilities seemed to be weak. She was still bleeding from the wound on her arm.

Klaus found the first aid kit in the room. He attempted to clean the girl's wound, but the girl insisted on cleaning it herself with a disinfectant cotton ball. Klaus watched her dab at the wound, carefully. She bore the pain with a stubbornness that was evident in her eyes.

"Klaus," Marx pushed the door open, looking agitated. "What is it?"

Marx walked straight up to the girl and asked her, "Are you Emily Fox?"

The girl was startled, and Marx suddenly realized something.

"Damn it, Klaus," Marx said. "This girl turns out to be Emily M. Fox."

"So?"

"She's your fiancée," Marx said in a single, blunt sentence.

"What?" Klaus looked at the girl incredulously, "Why her?"