NTR Rogue in the Apocalypse-Chapter 208: A Haunting Past

John strode merrily through the living room, his feet barely making a sound. He twirled in the center of the room, taking in the eerie and hushed atmosphere. His sixth sense tingling, he could feel the wolf’s watchful gaze upon him.

It was lurking somewhere nearby, but he couldn’t see where.

He closed his eyes and focused, drawing upon Dalia’s Fire Control Skill. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned a small fireball that danced in the palm of his hand. He threw it upwards towards the ceiling, watching as it illuminated the dim room with its glowing flames. Each time he practiced, he could feel himself getting better and more in control of the powerful skill Dalia had given him.

As the room lit up, the wolf’s black and red fur stood out and the flames cast long shadows on the floor.

The creature’s eyes glowed menacingly and it bared its fangs.

John took a deep breath and extended his right hand forward, but the wolf wasn’t looking at him. It was looking at something beyond him.

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"Over here, wolf," John said.

The wolf’s eyes darted towards John’s face.

"Come here," he beckoned.

The wolf seemed hesitant. It was wary.

It slowly padded closer to John, its eyes fixed on his face.

"Hello, you," John greeted.

The wolf blinked.

It sat on its haunches and cocked its head to the side as if asking: What are you doing, human?

"I’m curious to meet you. You know that. Well, here I am. Why did you call me?"

The wolf seemed confused by John’s words and stared at him with wide eyes.

John’s hand instinctively reached out towards the wolf, drawn to its gentle presence. His eyes lit up with joy when he felt the soft lick of the wolf’s tongue on his finger. Despite his initial surprise, John couldn’t help but smile as he bonded with this strange creature.

The wolf’s fur was soft, its tongue rough and warm. John kept petting the wolf’s head, and his hand stroked the back of the wolf’s neck.

"Do you have a name, little one?"

John glanced at the wolf, "Why did you help me against the monster, wolf?"

"You are so cute and small," he scratched the wolf under its chin.

"Hnngghh," the wolf groaned and closed its eyes.

It rolled over onto its stomach and wagged its tail, revealing its belly.

"Hmm, not very subtle," John chuckled.

John crouched down and gently stroked the wolf’s thick, gray fur. As he ran his hand over its back, the wolf’s tense muscles relaxed, and it let out a soft whine. Slowly, the wolf turned its head towards John, its piercing yellow eyes locking onto his. With a sudden realization, it bounded over to John and nuzzled its snout against his chest.

"What’s wrong, little one?" John asked, his voice quiet, his tone soothing.

"Grrr..." the wolf growled as it stared at John intently.

John’s eyes widened as he noticed the faint outline of a larger, more menacing wolf superimposed over the smaller one in front of him. He suddenly felt a sharp jolt in his mind and realised that the wolf was communicating with him telepathically.

"Behind the fire," the voice in his head said.

"What?" John said with an inquisitive tone.

"Behind the fire, something is there."

The wolf’s words made no sense to John.

"What do you mean, something is there? What is it?"

The wolf stared at him silently and John looked around but there was no fire.

’Did it mean the fireplace?’

John looked at the fireplace and saw a small flame burning inside the hearth.

"You want to know what’s inside the fireplace?"

He turned around and saw that the wolf was gone and he felt a slight chill run up his spine.

It was dark and the shadows were ominous, but the light from the fire cast a faint glow around him.

John kneeled and reached for the flame. As he did so, a shadow flickered across his face, and the flame swirled into his palm.

John’s eyes fluttered open, but his vision was blurred and distorted. Gradually, the room came into focus and he could make out a dark, hazy image. As his senses sharpened, he realised that there were two figures lying naked on the floor – a man and a woman. The tangled sheets and discarded clothing around them suggested they had just finished making love, but something seemed off.

As John’s gaze travelled over their still bodies, he realised with a sickening jolt that both of them were dead. The woman’s lifeless form lay sprawled in an unnatural position, while the man’s blank stare was fixed on the ceiling. It was a scene straight out of a horror movie.

John’s heart pounded in his chest as he stared at the macabre scene before him. His mind raced to make sense of what he was seeing. Had he somehow travelled to another time, or was this some kind of twisted illusion?

Shaking off his disbelief, John cautiously approached the bodies, his hands trembling as he touched the cold skin. The man’s chest rose and fell, but there was no breath. He was truly gone.

John’s thoughts turned to the wolf, and he wondered if this was some sort of warning or message. Could the creature sense danger, or was it simply leading him to a dark secret?

He looked around the room, searching for any clues that might explain what had happened. The fireplace stood ominously in the corner, the flames now dancing wildly, as if feeding off the death that had occurred here.

As John’s gaze lifted to the mantel above the hearth, he saw a painting of two women - one older, and one younger.

The women bore a striking resemblance, and the older woman was clearly the mother of the younger.

As John examined the portrait, he saw a familiar face gazing back at him. The younger woman was unmistakably Julia, the same woman who had been sleeping peacefully just moments ago.

Julia looked as beautiful as ever, but she seemed at least 10 years younger in the picture. Her eyes were bright and full of life, and her smile was wide and genuine, an eerie contrast to her mother’s solemn expression.

The more John stared at the portrait, the more uneasy he felt. A terrible suspicion began to grow in his mind, and he stepped closer to inspect it.

As John focused on the portrait, the sounds and shapes of the room melted away, and he found himself transported to another place and time. The room around him faded, and he saw a young Julia, no more than 10 years old, sitting still on a swing.

Julia was swinging slowly, and her expression was sad and lonely. The trees swayed gently in the breeze, and the sound of distant laughter drifted through the air.

Out of nowhere, a tall figure materialised behind Julia. His slicked back hair and tailored suit gave off an air of calculated elegance, but his smile held a sinister undertone that sent shivers down John’s spine. As he came closer, John’s eyes widened in terror as he recognised the man.