Eighteen
The next morning, we constructed six smaller fiery crosses and divided the army into six parties. Again, we would travel across the island and for the last time gather all the Outsiders to fight. But fight against whom?
Björn is the key.
I knew that the words rang true. But how even would I find Björn? Or maybe Björn would find me. To finish what he started. What side was Björn on? I didn’t know. I lost my friend in the van that night.
A party of a hundred more men and women, including Rahab, departed for Loch Lomond, Outer Area Two, with me. How many were there even left of the Outsiders? Even if everyone joined us, I was not sure it would be enough. The supremacy of our enemy was just too great.
We left the Highlands, and had just spent the night in Tyndrum, an abandoned ci
