THIRD PERSON'S POV
“You are as useless as your b*tch of a mother. You can't even do one little thing right.“ Kane's father was a man who demanded perfection from everyone in his pack, down to the lowliest omega.
The task he had expected his twelve-year-old son was to sneak into one of the smaller packs and plant in some materials that the council of Alphas had prohibited.
His source of information had given him the wrong information, and he in turn had given his son the wrong information. The boy had been told to get to the pack at precisely eight. That was the time the guards would be doing a change in shift. He had approximately three minutes to slip into the pack and plant the content of the small bag he was carrying.
The boy had dedicatedly trained for this small mission, all in a
