503 DEAD SOULS

"Fireflies…?" Ethan said it in confusion as he bit a straw from his juice.

The four of them, once again, end up in the canteen when lunch break and were sitting on their usual seat.

While beside Ethan, Ian yawned widely and rested his head on the table, using his arms as a pillow with his eyes slightly closed.

Hope felt a little bit guilty because of the commotion that she had caused this early morning. That stupid nightmare had woken up the whole house and made Sterling became a full version of overprotective the head of family.

Sterling actually turned into his beast and scoured the area near the house, despite Hope had told him it was only a bad dream, the terrible one.

"There is this ancient story," Ethan continued to speak when Rossie comeback with a tray full of her lunch. "This telling about fireflies."

"Were you reading a weird book again?" Rossie sat down next to Ethan and nudged Ian head so he could wake up and ate his lunch.