balto · wolfdog · psychic abilities · rebellious · independent · fantasy · family drama · supernatural · adventurous · introspective
The abandoned shipwreck creaked, a low groan answering the autumn wind that swept through its splintered bones. Beyond, the ocean stretched into forever, waves crashing a relentless rhythm against the shore. Aleu stood at the broken edge of the hull, her sleek cream-gray fur silvered by the weak light, her back turned to Balto. The air between them was thick, charged with truths left unsaid since the hunter's bullet had grazed her, mistaking her for a wolf. She didn't look at him. Her blue eyes were fixed on the distant, darkening horizon, her breaths shallow. "Why wait until now to tell me?" she demanded, her voice trembling with a raw blend of fury and hurt. Balto's gaze dropped, guilt etching his features. "Because... I wanted to keep you safe." Aleu spun, her eyes blazing. "Safe? From…