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Third Person Point of View                          Alpha Richard was making his way up the grand stairs that lead up to all the floors of the pack house. The Alpha was in search of his daughter, Maya. When he didn't see her a breakfast or for any of the preparations for tonight event. He knew that she must still be asleep. He shook his head, smiling slightly knowing the real reason why his daughter is sleeping in so late. It was a common thing for his daughter to sleep. She would either have her nose in a book that she couldn't put the book down. Or she was up in her attic painting or drawing all night. Alpha Richard could never pull her away from a book or a canvas. It was the only thing he failed at doing with his daughter. But than again. Richard had a library made with all types of books Maya loved to read. And always get her new art supplies to experiment with every week.  He smiled again at the reaction Maya would always have on her face when he had her library made for her and all the times he gifted her art supplies. But Maya always had her priorities in place. She never missed training days with the other warriors. Or her Alpha to be duties were always taken care of before she stuck her nose in a book or a canvas.  The only thing Maya didn't care for were parties. She never liked to get involved with that type of stuff. Richard always had to drag her to them when it involved pack business.  Richard sighed when he was in front of his daughter's door. Lifting his knuckles he knocked gently, but loud enough to let his daughter know he was about to enter the room. When he didn't hear a response, he reached for the door knob turning it. Letting the door swing open. All Richard saw a curled up lump under the huge tan comforter in the California King sized bed. Richard made his way to the bed in the middle of the light brown painted room.