Finn stirred from his sleep. The position he had been staying in for the past days was becoming too much for him to bear. Sleeping in a seated upright position was not comfy when his head was leaning against a post made from silver. His shoulders and arms were in so much pain, he wasn't sure if it was the wolfsbane or how his hands were tied up behind him against the post.
He had been in and out of consciousness over his time in the barn. His eyes snapped open as he took the sight in once more. It was just an ordinary barn with stacks of hay in; the only comfort provided to him was the hay beneath him. Finn turned his head to the right with a groan, where the barn doors were always open, revealing a nice view of a valley and a forest.
As requsted from readers, I will upload two extra chapters :) XOXO