My Savior Alpha

My name is Holly Woods and I am 16 years old. I belong to a pack of werewolves who are known for their skill in both tracking and taking down enemies, though the pack was far from the greatest out there.
It was called the 'midnight' pack, it was my personal hell.
It's not that I look strange. In fact, My complexion like nearly all werewolves was naturally deeply tanned, the genes which had been passed down to me from my parents being the reason why. The most werewolves are very athletic, but I was unhealthily thin. Years of starvation and rood rations will do that to a person.
You may not believe it, but I am the daughter of Alpha of the pack. I was supposed to be respected in the Wolf Pack, but all I got was ridicule and abuse, and I was used to it.
I was hated in the pack, the reason unknown since as far back as I could remember I never knew what it was like to be loved. To be honest I wouldn't have thought it existed if it hadn't been for me watching as couples mated over the years, it was both painful and amazing to watch.
I didn't think I would ever find a mate which was what made it painful.
Anyway, I'm getting off track, but to put it both crudely and bluntly my family hated me. Again I didn't know why, since I was sure I hadn't done anything to offend them in such a way, but I cannot remember. I was treated worse than a slave, the reason being that it was my pack, my family, my parents who were treating me in such a way and not some random person I was taking orders from.
Nothing changed for me when my brother became the next Alpha. He was an incompetent Alpha and in many ways I was more capable than he was.
I could see he was running the pack into the ground it was seemingly oblivious to everyone else. It wouldn't be long until they had to align themselves to another pack, give over control to another Alpha due to having no other choice. It didn't bother me; I didn't have that long left anyway.
It was not that I had any illness, but that my health had deteriorated from chronic hunger and fatigue.
I don't even know if any of my companions will notice me if I fall asleep and don't wake up one day.
It was a Monday morning when I was woken in the usual manner, the all—to—familiar feeling of ice—cold water crashing onto me in a harsh and painful manner. The feel of the icy liquid as it hit the thin sheet that was my bed, instantly soaking the thin material and hitting my body in a sudden rush as the feeling of my skin burning from the shock of the temperature causing me to gasp. I screamed the first few times they had done it, in both shock and pain but now only a gasp fell from my lips due to the fact I expected it.
"Get up!"
I didn't bother to reply, they pretended not to hear a word that passed my lips anyway so why should I bother? I hadn't spoken in the past years other than a small word here and there, I wasn't a mute, I just didn't have anyone to hear what I wanted to say.
Sighing I got to work, my chores were basically everyone's put together, another one of my brothers' so—called amazing ideas. I had no idea how the pack was going to cope when I was gone; they did nothing for themselves after all. I cooked food for them only to get nothing in return. I cleaned up after them even if I wasn't my mess. I washed their nice clothes, feeling worthless and cheap as I compared them to my own.
So you see my life was far from perfect, the only thing which I was relieved of was that while I was humiliated, beaten and abused they never pushed it far enough to violate me sexually. They were horrible people, but they weren't monsters who would stoop as low as to rape a girl…I hoped not anyway.