The Mistaken Alpha

Chapter 13

Lana’s POV

I woke up today with a headache. The past couple of days have been rough with getting everything organized and set up for Abigail’s birthday party tonight. When I was younger, I wished that I could have a birthday party and a birthday cake. I never got it though. Mrs. Barns was nice enough when I was younger to get me a cupcake and sing happy birthday to me. She was the only and last person to sing happy birthday to me. Just thinking about her brings an ache to my heart and a sharp pain in my head.

As I wince at the painful memory and the ache in my skull, I hear a distant howl. I look out my window and hear nothing. Its not even sunrise yet. The only people up at this hour are the patrol men on the pack borders. Yet, I continue to hear the howl grow louder. I whimper at the growing howl and the sudden pain in my head radiating to my ears. I feel like my ear drums are about to burst when I feel a sudden pop in ears and I hear the words Happy Birthday Lana, it’s nice to finally meet you.

I sit there stunned for a moment on my bed as a smile begins to spread on my face. I finally have a friend within my pack even if they are only in my head. With that thought I hear a laugh. I’m your wolf not a friend. I am connected to you. We are one and that is why you can hear my thoughts. If you were to talk right now you would look like you are talking to yourself.

Damn, I knew having a wolf was going to be a new experience but damn, I didn’t expect my wolf to be giving me sass right away. I thought she would at least give me a day or two before revealing her identity. If I could right now, I would swat you upside the head. I am apart of you which means if I have sass, then you do too.

Alright, you win. I know I have sass; I just keep all that sass to myself. Do you at least have a name?

Of course, I have a name. My name is Echo.

Well Echo, we have a busy day ahead of us. I hope you will be by my side for commentary when I need a giggle or someone to talk to.

Echo continued to talk to me on and off throughout the day. She told me that she was always there with me just kept at a distance. She was there watching me grow up and through all the heartache I have endured. She was waiting for today as much as I was. She was ready to meet our mate and hoping to leave the pack. I wish I shared the same thoughts as her, but I don’t want to meet our mate. I’m not ready for that. I’m wary that I will push our mate away since I am not accustomed to what love feels like.

We continue to chat on and off throughout the day about the mate issue as I set up and prepare for Abigail’s party. I loathe the theme of the party, luau. I feel like she did this on purpose with the costumes all the servers and party staff must wear. The guys got lucky by wearing shorts and a Hawaiian shirt. Girls on the other hand must wear a grass skirt with a coconut top. I just put the outfit on, and I am staring at myself in the mirror. I feel exposed and that my scars are on display for everyone to see. I try to hide most of the ones on my back with my hair. I know that I have been in the dressing room for too long before I muster up the courage to leave the dressing room and collect the serving tray I will be carrying for the evening.