The lost Girl (not your average werewolf story)

(in Sam's pov) Hi my name is Samantha, but everyone calls me Sam. I was born into a pack werewolf family, but we were kicked out by the alpha after my mother's suspicious death. That was 6 years ago. My father John, he's not very nice. But enough being a downer. I have a decent life and friends and I just turned 13. I'm just your average teenage werewolf. My best friend's name is Nicole, we get into tons of trouble together. Today has been a pretty normal day. Daddy dearest has decided he wanted to cookout with the other misfits in our community. It's mostly made up of rogues but there are humans and pretty much any other supernatural you can think of. People get sent here when they commit crimes or are dangerous. Fun place to live. We're here because of my mother's death. Her name was Marie, she was the best mom a little girl could ever ask for. She was the Alpha's daughter, beautiful and kind. She was mated to my father at 19, he assumed he would become Alpha and her as his Luna. The previous Alpha my grandfather didn't trust my father, so he named my uncle as the next alpha. I have so many chores. Good ole daddy dearest doesn't want anyone to know what he does to his only child, me. So I have to hide all of his alcohol bottles and clean the blood up from last night's beatings, then start cooking. FML. Stupid: you need to make; Baked beans (the right way) 2 trays of potato salad 50 hot dogs don't forget the buns this time 50 cheeseburgers 50 hamburgers pasta salad " Mistake don't forget to set up the food. I'm tired of repeating myself. You know what will happen if you forget to make it perfect!" said daddy dearest. Yep I'm definitely just a hassle, a slave, punching bag to him.. Time skip: John's cookout has started, you can hear it in the basement where he locked me after I finished my chores. There's going to be a huge mess tomorrow. I say to myself. Time for bed, if you want to call it that. It's an old towel on the floor I found in the trash.