You Don't Need Any Man But Me

The sun was already high when Caspian led Elora down the path to the north. The stitches in Caspian’s hands have been removed. The werewolves’ healing ability still astonishes Elora, especially when Caspian says that if it weren’t for Elora who injured him, Caspian could have healed faster than now.

They walked side by side in silence until they came to a clearing on the edge of a ravine, surrounded by a rusty iron fence. The stones protruding in the middle of the weeds are a sign that the place is a cemetery. In the distance, hills towered in green and brown. Part of the burial ground had been overgrown with weeds, and the cobbled path was lined with cracks.

Caspian opened the gate and let Elora in first. There are so many graves there. Caspian led Elora to the side of a row of tombs lined neatly with gray tombstones. They continued walking until the row of tombs at the end, headed for a grave plot that looked the newest compared to the others. On it