BALTO'S POV

I was walking down the hallway in the school when I saw her, the most beautiful girl in Alaska. Jenna Sables. She was a pure bred Siberian Husky that had crimson red fur, with a cream coloured under belly, her hair hung in beautiful crimson waves all the way down to the middle of her back, her orange eyes twinkling in the light, her facial features were so soft an elegant that they all transitioned together without a flaw, she had perfect C cup breasts, a well toned belly, a butt that bounced and swayed a little with each step, her well toned, athletic legs running flawlessly down her. Her tail was so fluffy, you could use it as a blanket and pillow.

She smiled at me and said "Hi Balto." I smiled back at her and replied "Hi Jenna." whenever I saw her, my day would instantly become better. Even if she didn't speak to me, her sheer beauty would instantly cheer me up. We had been good friends since kindergarten, and we always got along. But then, in grade five, a new kid came to the school Steele Harbison. He had royal navy blue fur, with a cream coloured under belly, and ice cold blue eyes. As soon as he met Jenna, he tried to make her his. He specifically targeted me because of my blood line. He was a purebred Malamute with a famous heritage of racers. Jenna had a heritage of science and medical.

Then there was me. The Wolf husky hybrid who's father was a drunk husky, and my mother was an Inuit she wolf and died giving birth to me. For three months I was raised by my father until one day, he left me at his good friend Boris Chrevchenonovits house and never came back. Steele saw me as a drunken red skin. My native features really showed on me. I had the well defined cheek bones, and while my hair wasn't black, it was thin, and was very straight. I had my hair hanging down to my elbows, it was usually braided, my left ear was pierced and had a gold ring in it with four different colour beads on a caribou skin leather strip attached to it along with an eagle feather. The bead colours were white, red, blue and yellow, the four native colours. I was not ashamed of my wolf heritage, and I embraced it with open arms, but Steele was always trying to make me a shamed of my heritage.

(When Europeans went to war with the native Americans, they would call the natives, especially the plains people redskins because their skin appeared red from such a deep tan.)

I hated that nick name drunken red skin. As if that wasn't bad enough, he would mock me by calling me Lobo, or wolf dog. He thinks that the only good people in this world, are those of pure blood lines. (I know we are making Steele sound like hitler, but we hate everything about him, so suck it up buttercup.)

He constantly picked on me, not just verbally, but he liked to jump me in the parking lot or the bathroom. I would never fight back because then he would start calling me Savage, or bloodthirsty beast, and I didn't need that sort of stuff being tossed around at my apprenticeship at a blacksmithing and welding shop.

Then, speak of the devil, he knocked my books out of my hands and said "What are you looking at Lobo?" I picked my books up and said as I raised my hackles, showing my teeth "Someone who's about to be eating through a tube for a year." I had learned early on, to use my wolf traits to my advantage, such as my sense of smell, direction, hearing, teeth size, and attitude.

His friends all playfully threw their hands up and started taunting me while backing up. He pushed me and said "That's alot of bark coming from a small whimpering half breed. I thought you wolves were supposed to be fighters? Wasn't your mother a fighter, or was she just some random whore your drunk father found on the street corner of the reserve?" everyone in this town who knew the Native wolves here, knew the tale of my mother.

A she wolf with the abilities to speak with the spirit world, and guide lost souls. She had passed her gift of speaking to the spirit world onto me when I was born, but I quickly learned that only in times of great stress or danger is it wise to consult with the spirit world.

I let out a low growl and said "Let's not forget the fact that I saved your sorry ass three weeks ago when your buddy Kaltag knocked over the oxygen tank in the welding shop and the valve broke off and d came flying right at you. Had it not been for me, you would have been crushed." He chuckled and replied "So, that was a nearly empty tank. Worst case scenario, I have a few broken ribs."

I rolled my eyes and pushed past him and his friends and continued walking to one of my favourite classes; History. When I walked in, I saw Jenna sitting in her normal seat, with her friends all around her, gossiping. "Come on Jenna, You've told us you think he's really cute." "I don't know Dixie, Steele gives him a hard enough time as it is." "So what girl? Your not dating Steele." "I know, but he's such a sweet guy and I know that Steele would just pick on him more." 'Is she talking about… me?' I asked myself. "Girls, you all know I really like Balto, but I also know Steele has it out for him. I'm pretty sure if we were to go out with eachother, Steele would pound him into the dirt."

Before I could say anything, the bell rang and the teacher began talking.

TIMESKIP END OF CLASS.

The Bell rang, shool was over for the week. I smiled to myself, got up, packed my bag, and began walking to my car, when I could hear Jenna's voice. But it wasn't her normal calm happy voice, she was scared and whimpering. "Steele… your hurting me." I quickly changed my course of direction as I opened the camera app on my phone. I set it to video mode as I approached the scene.

Steele had Jenna pinned to the wall with his hands, holding her arms on the wall. She let out a few whimpers and tears and said "Steele… please let go of me… your hurting me." He chuckled and said "Not until you promise to break the Wolf dogs heart." I hit the end record button, put my phone in my pocket, dropped my bag on the floor, walked up behind the 6'4 250 pounds of muscle and asshole known known as Steele, and I stood in at 5'9 165 pounds and said "Steele, let her go."

Jenna sniffed and said "I'm fine Balto, just keep going." Steele back handed her across the face, and said "Shut up!" I grabbed his arm and said "What kind of asshole hits a woman?" that's when he punched me in the face.

I stumbled back, holding my nose, before I regained my composure and I ran at him, and body checked him away from Jenna. I ran at him and tackled him away then sat on his chest and said "Hit her again, and I will have you charged."

I then got up off him and asked Jenna "Are you okay?" she rubbed her arm and said "Yeah I'll be- Look out!" just as I turned around, Steeles fist connected with my lower jaw. I hit the floor and spat out a tooth before getting up, and he grabbed me, threw me against a locker, and went to punch me in the face again, this time, I threw my head to the right, his fist missing me completely, hitting the metal locker door. He leaned forward in pain, and that's when I brought my right knee up, and drove it right into his gut, winding him.

He dropped to the ground and I said as I stood over top of him, "I don't want to fight." He let out a loud growl and got up, ran at me, and I side stepped, and he went face first into the lockers. He swung around, ran at me again, and this time, I swung my leg in a sweeping motion, taking his feet out from under him. "Just give it up Steele. It will be easier on both of us."

He dick punched me, and I yelled in pain and crumpled, and he got on top of me and d started slugging me. I could feel my jaw break, along with my skull. When he stopped, he got up, spat in my face and said "Let that be a lesson to you half breed. Mind your own damn business." I could barely see, but I saw Jenna go to speak to steele, and he punched her.

I don't know how, but I managed to get up, I grabbed Steele, spun him around, and punched him as hard as I could in the face. He went stiff as a board and dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

Then it was my turn to hit the floor. I passed out and hit the floor with a thud.