Disclaimer/Author's Note:

Hello there! Welcome to Cry of a Wolf! Some of you might be new to reading this story, and some of you might be re-reading after a long time. First off, I want to thank every single one of you who have supported this story over the years, and I am just completely baffled that even as I work on new stories, the one that still never fails at getting more attention is this one. I am truly so touched.

Cry of a Wolf brings me many mixed feelings. I feel accomplished that I wrote something of this length and managed to entertain so many people. However, I also feel a bit of shame in the fact that my writing was not the best, and it is also wildly inaccurate culturally.

I understand that the cultural inaccuracies might bother some, and I do apologize for that. Admittedly, when I started this story in 2005, I was only 14 years old and knew nothing about Chinese culture. I was a shy child and didn't have any friends whom I could confide in to learn more about it, and I didn't talk to strangers on the internet who might have been able to teach me things as well. Even now at age 28, I still apparently don't know enough to pass off a story without some sort of inaccuracies. Not to make excuses, but Chinese culture in particular is very difficult for me in the fact that is just so vastly different from my own and so rich with history that I just can't understand it fully without living it. I'm trying my best to learn more and more each day, but I will never be perfect, and I will never presume to be.

Research is very important in writing a story if you are going for accuracy, and this story, although containing a teeny bit of research (and I mean mostly locations and some garbled words of Chinese), was mostly written from the heart. I didn't really think. I just wrote, and I was lucky enough to have all of you willing to read it. Though there are many things I wish I could change about it, I do not have the time or energy to go back and make this story what it could have been. However, I also do not desire to. Cry of a Wolf, flaws and all, is a part of my history and growth as a person, and to take it down or change it from what it is would be doing a disservice to me and the people who have enjoyed it anyways and followed it for years.

So, for those of you who continue to read my stories or even just this one, thank you from the bottom of my heart, and I look forward to growing more with all of you! Now that I've gotten that long speech out of the way, please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own ccs or the characters! Although, I wish I did!

Cry of a Wolf- Prologue

Syaoran Li sat quietly by a cherry blossom tree in the garden of the Li mansion. The flowing cherry blossoms fluttered down like the feathers, and each blossom reminded him of his beloved back in Tomoeda, Japan. The amber-eyed warrior blushed crimson at the vision of his love smiling the way she often did. The girl who shared the same name as the radiant petals before him, Sakura Kinomoto, was the girl who held his heart.

As he was lost in his thoughts of Sakura, five pairs of eyes stared at him from a window in the mansion…

"He's so cute when he's blushing," said Feimei, Syaoran's eldest sister. The three other sisters Futtie, Shieta, and Fanren, nodded in agreement.

"He's thinking about Ying Fa again," Yelan, his mother said (Ying Fa- Sakura in Chinese).

"It must be hard for Syao to go through love…without father," said Futtie.

Yelan looked down with a saddened expression on her face. Futtie mentally slapped herself in realization.

"Oh, I'm sorry Mother! I didn't mean to bring back bad memories!"

Yelan caressed her daughters face with a look of forgiveness.

"It's okay Futtie, it's only natural for us to mourn. A loss such as that can never be forgotten, nor should we try to forget it," Yelan spoke insightfully. The sisters smiled at their mother and focused their attention back to their little brother.

"Now…let's go annoy Syaoran!" said Feimei. The four sisters nodded in agreement and cheered before darting outside, causing the brunette boy to yelp in surprise. Yelan watched her four daughters bombard Syaoran with hugs and kisses. Watching this scene brought a smile to her face, but a longing for her deceased husband to be there with her.

"Kyo, I hope you're seeing this as well…they are all growing up so nicely," Yelan whispered to herself before stepping back inside the mansion.

End of Prologue…

Lilover131: How is it so far? It will get better, I promise! Chapters will come pretty fast since I write in notebooks before typing. Reviews would be nice, but only if you want to! And flames are welcome! I can't learn what I'm doing wrong if someone doesn't tell me! Many thanks! Oh, and may Syaoran forever remain hot! Lol.