In the barn twenty meters from the cabin, Finn watched as the sun slowly descended from the heavens and hid its light behind the hills, darkening the sky to his first evening there awake. In his position tied up against the post, he still felt weak. Even with the wolfsbane slowly leaving his system, he was still leaning against silver. The silver weakened the body and still blocked him from his wolf; though its effects were not like the wolfsbane, it would only take a few minutes for his wolf to break through once more.
Finn leaned forwards, bringing his head and neck away from the silver post. He could not remove his body from it, but the least he could do was try to get as much of his body away from it. Finn grimaced as his neck seemed to stick to the silver slightly, but he pulled away quickly, only causing himself minor pain. He stared at the floor as his thoughts returned to Sariah.
