A/N: Sorry that I have not updated sooner, though I am quite busy with The Graphic Novel, Stranger in the Valley. New chapters to others are coming soon.

Chernov's Journal:

April 30th, 1945. "When he first spoke of Dimitri, Reznov told tales of a hero, someone we should all aspire to be like. His merciless brutality defines in more ways a savage, just like the rest of the Red Army. He is no hero…"

"Chernov!" I yelled as a came out of my slumber, also awaking my siblings.

"Oh, go back to sleep, Channon!" said the second eldest of my siblings, where I was the eldest.

"It's not as if you need more sleep, Chinua. You have been asleep since yesterday afternoon!" I said in a humored tone.

"Pff… I need my beauty sleep, Channon, and with you constantly shouting out random names, I cannot get what I need, now can I?" she said, now awake, to an extent.

"Heh…Beauty Sleep…"I murmured as I shifted my body into an upright position, then managed to stand up before falling back down…

"Oh Smooth, move Channon. That has to be the signature fall of the week, unlike all of the others." She said in a sarcastic demeanor

"Oh, shove it, Accalia! It's just…early in the morning is all…" I lied, thinking to myself, "Still haven't gotten used to these legs…"

"Sure, Mr. I-Can't-Walk-On-Four-Legs… You keep telling yourself that." Accalia said as she closed her eyes into another slumber.

I shook my head to her persistence and decided to take a walk. I exit the small place that I call home to a green, well forested area that I have come to call the Boreal. In the distance, I hear human activity, though I know to keep away, due to my experiences from what I come to call a shameful previous life, where all that I had done had gone to corruption and death. That was back…when I still believed in orders…

Suddenly, I realized where I was, as I ran into a hard object. It was a vehicle of some type, though not one that he had ever encountered. (Note that most vehicles that were militarized were Ford, Jeep, Mercedes, Mitsubishi, and SAAB)

"Strange…" I thought as I got back up to examine the keen object with a back label in English Writing, though I had never learned to read such. I knew only Cyrillic and Teutonic. Suddenly, I heard something that had been dead to me for decades… music.

"My God…It's Korsakov! *Rimsky-Korsakov's Scheherazade is playing* Reznov once told me of his father… h-he played the music of the great nationalist composer… until the Fascist German's slit his throat in his sleep.

I continued listening, my tail tapping to the ensemble. It may have been minutes or perhaps hours, when I heard a fade and then a sudden change in tempo. What I heard next astounded me! There were a series of etched, high pitched tones, followed by a…what sounded like drum, and then what sounded like a Wooden Bass, but… refined. Then…I could not describe the rest. It was like heaven in my ears…

*White Wedding—by Billy Idol is playing*

It continues on for a few minutes, where I intently listened, though it was in English, so it was a bit difficult to comprehend, and suddenly, unfortunately it ended with the turning off of whatever device that was emitting it, whereas the engine of the vehicle roared to life, startling me. I began to bolt, when suddenly; a man stepped in front of me and made a move to grab me. As he bent down, I took the advantage of his temporary low height and made for his neck, though it had an unexpected turn. He countered my move with his own grasp around my throat, where I made quick amends, once again…

Suddenly, a gun shot rang through the air… then I realized that I had fallen, but not because of lead… the man lost his grasp and was now lying, bleeding. I frantically looked around for the flash of a scope when I turned around to see one in tan uniform, holding what looked to be a modern firearm. It read "DOW STING"…for which I did not know the origin of it or the hostility; I finally bolted into the forest to come back to the place that served as my domicile, where my family waited anxiously. My Mother was first to approach me and confront me about the gunshots…

"What happened? Are you alri-" She began, but I cut her off; "Yes, I'm fine, and there is nothing to worry about. I have taken care of everything," I said with confidence, though I knew she wasn't convinced.

"What were those shots that I heard? Did hunters fire upon you?" my father asked, with slight conviction in his voice.

"No one fired at me…I was just… down the road a bit is all," I said, not looking at his face for the reaction, of which I knew would be negative.

"You went…wait… You Went TO THE STATION?" He yelled, his voice stricken with shock and anger.

"How can you disobey the one Rule that we have? It was very simple, yet you went near the humans! WHY?" He continues, voice thick with hate for the humans.

"Because I have principal rights just like anyone else in this…whatever or wherever I am! I am tired of being treated like I can't handle my own!" I said out of anger and, unfortunately, my words had familiar Trite to them…

They looked at me in shock, in spite of the fact that my father was furious beyond recognition.

He was about to retort before I cut him off… "…Because I know what humans are and what they are capable of. I know hostility when I see it, and I was not shot at. I was protected by whatever welded the firearm," I said, integrity strong in my accented voice.

"Pff… how could you ever know what a human does… you are but a mere lupine like the rest of us! Unless…you've been there before," Accalia said with a suspicious demeanor.

At this point, I had grown extremely uncomfortable with all of the attention and question, where I simply put a paw up.

"This… This is a long story… and a painful one at that. I'm not sure Ayame should hear this…" I said, looking at the youth of our litter.

"Very Well… Accalia? Take your sister outside. We are going t-" My Father began before being interrupted by my sister.

"But Father, I-" she started to contort before being cut off by my father with, "No but's! Take your sister now!" He demanded, his tone serious.

She sufficed with only a nod, and took my youngest sister, who murmured, wondering where she was going.

"Now… Start Talking, Channon," My father said with a dead-ate glare.

"Well… *Takes deep breath* I suppose I will begin where I first met him…. Him? Yes… Reznov.