Bodyguard to the Alpha's daughter

My name is Myra. I'm a werewolf. I'm a 165cm tall brunette with long, wavy hair and green eyes with a speck of brown in one of them. I'm pretty thin but very muscular for a girl. I weigh about 75kg with barely any of my weight being fat. I don't really count as curvy with my small breasts and thin waist. I do have a little bit of a wide ass though, something that I usually get the eyes of the males drawn to. Oh well, at least something of my body that others think looks nice. My mother died 10 years ago, when I was only 7 years old. She died in the same fight that our former Alpha Norton did, a rogue ambush attack. Josalyn, my mother, was a very beloved woman in the Harvest Moon Pack. She was our pack doctor, which was good because My father Dalton was our Beta and got injured a lot because he loved to be in the middle of each fight he could. He has always been an amazing warrior and my life long dream has been to follow in his footsteps. I want to be just like him. My parents both knew that so they started training me the day I turned 3. I still remember my parents giving me a box covered in a green, forest style wrapping paper. It was not heavy nor light. I was so curious about what could be in there, in a box with my favorite color on the paper. I have always recieved wonderful gifts from my parents but somehow i was drawn to this one more than any other I have ever gotten. I gently opened it and inside was a forest green training uniform, black sneakers, a set of small glass jars and two books, one on herbology and a copy of the pack healer's healing book. I smile just thinking about how my parents were encouraging my dreams in such a thoughtful way. Because every Good fighter knows that you both need to know how to fight and how to heal. Hence why I got both fighting and healing equipment. I still remember when my parents said in unison "Training starts now!" and my dream started to come true. Today is a beautiful morning. The sun is shining and the birds are chirping while a gentle breeze is blowing. I inhale the envigorating scent of roses and lilies. The garden around the pack house of filled with them and has been ever since our first Luna planted them 200 years ago. I'm on my way to give the warriors some snacks after their first training shift is done. I don't mind doing such chores since the warriors are lovely people and great friends of my dad. He used to both train and lead them. Until that horrible day when our lives took that turn towards hell. When my mother and the Alpha died in the rogue ambush attack, the Alpha's brother Roger took over the pack. I huff as I think about how that horrible man hade always been jealous of my father mating with my mother so he got revenge by forcing My father to step down as Beta and become an Omega that could never train with any of the warriors again. I look down at the ground, feeling a tug in my heart. My father loved fighting, not because he enjoyed harming others but because he loved the thrill and to be great at someting that could protect the ones he loved. I look up again and see the training field coming into view and notice that some warriors have started to move towards the tables to get their snacks. I can't do more than glare when I notice our dear Alpha standing there and suddenly shouting "Dalton! Give me a towel and a glass filled with ice cold water and some ice as well!" No, Roger wasn't satisfied with just stripping My dad of his title and not letting him fight again. He also made him become the pack water boy. He has to sit and watch every training and give the warriors water and towels. I see the pain in my father's eyes each time Roger slap that fact in his face and I can't stop My fury from rising. My father just gets a towel and hands it to Roger, who starts drying off his sweat, while he walks back to get the water and ice. When he gets back and hands over the ice water, Roger looks at it and puts on an evil smirk before pouring all of it in top of my father's head and says "You looked like you were more bothered by the heat than me. You're welcome!" I'm practically breaking my teeth from how hard I push them together. To make it all worse, that smug a-hole throws his sweaty and disgusting towel at my father. Alright, I might actually snap his neck in his sleep. Bastard! My father just walks away without saying anything and put the towel down, turn towards me and walk over to take away the tray from my hand. He grabs it then leans over to my ear and whispers "I'm fine pumpkin. We both know how he is like. I won't let him get to me. Not now, not ever. Now go and continue your chores and I will see you at dinner." Then he kissed me in top of my head and went back to work. My father is the strongest man I've ever met and I can't help a wide grin appear when I feel my pride for him. He is truly amazing. He is the love of my life and I don't know what I would do without him. I walk back to the pack house and continue doing my chores, such as cleaning and help preparing stuff for dinner. This is how my day usually looks like. I have become a maid for the pack and of course I don't even get paid so a slave might be a more suitable name for it. Another one os our beloved Alpha's sick revenge ideas. He wanted to make me and my dad's lives miserable, and he succeeded. Time goes fast and dinner time has arrived. I walk to meet with my dad at the back of the pack house and we walk inside again together. When we walk into the dining hall we see Alpha Roger starting to stand from his chair and adress the pack members. "It has come to my attention that our neighboring pack, the Silver Sky Pack, is looking for a bodyguard for their Alpha's daughter. The girl is 14 years old and only second in line to the title. Even so, it appears that she has been threatened and therefore needs extra protection. The reason for them searching even in other packs is to ensure that she gets the best possible bodyguard whom she can feel safe with and connect to. So, if any of you wants to apply to this, the tryouts start tomorrow. Good luck." My father and I exchange a look and we think the same thing. This is our chance! This gives us new hope to escape this hell hole!