Chapter 202

CALLISTA Three weeks later — Edinburgh, Scotland From Asia, we flew to Europe—our first destination was Scotland, home to the legendary Highland Pack. The scenery was breathtaking—vast rolling highlands covered in purple heather, tranquil lakes reflecting the gray skies, and ancient castles standing like proud sentinels of history. The cool air brushed against my skin, and my wolf stirred restlessly, howling in delight. It was wild, unfiltered, and free—just like the land itself. Alpha Ewan MacLeod welcomed us to their Pack’s ancestral home—a massive stone castle perched on a hill overlooking a loch. Its towers and battlements were weathered by centuries of wind and rain, yet it still radiated strength. “Welcome to the Highlands!” Ewan’s booming voice carried across the courtyard. His thick Scottish accent made his words sound both fierce and friendly. He was a towering man with fiery red hair and a beard that could have belonged to an ancient warrior. Beside him stood Luna Fiona, a ta