#jadiel

It wasn’t often that Bunny was able to sneak away from her security detail unnoticed, but as of late, she’d gotten quite good at slipping past her extensive team of bodyguards; it wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy spending time with them (Carter), but there was so much more in life that she wanted to do aside from allow herself to be ferried back and forth from dance lessons to her family’s luxurious estate in the Leaders’ Village. Adonis had still yet to fully explain to her what it was that he did for work, but she knew that it was important, and it went without saying that her father’s job was greatly important as well. Her family’s influence in Amsterdam - and throughout the rest of the continent - was second to none, and Bunny was so gosh darn tired of being the only Deerling who wasn’t allowed to use said influence to make a difference in the world. 

Getting to know Carter...he was the only werewolf she had ever met in real life, and during the time that they had spent together, Bunny had become aptly aware at the difference between the way that humans and wolves were treated. Wolves - they were the stronger, biologically superior species by far, and yet for whatever reason, they were considered second-class citizens.

It didn’t sit right with the young heiress. Not even in the slightest, and that was why she had arranged a meeting with Jadiel Abrego, the leader of a local pack in Amsterdam. Truthfully, Bunny didn’t understand much at all when it came to werewolf dynamics; the differences between alphas, betas, and omegas went right over her head. With that being said, she wanted desperately to create some sort of involvement within the werewolf community; if not for herself, then...well, for Carter. This was his world, wasn’t it? And if she wanted to get to know him better, then.. 

She had an awful lot of work ahead of her. 

Currently, she was waiting inside of the quaint little coffee shop she had arranged for Mr. Abrego to meet her at, a fluffy, pink-feathered pen held between her lips as she looked over the equally pink and equally fluffy notepad she had set in front of her. Steaming gently alongside her stationary was a warm hot chocolate made with oat milk, as well as a fresh raspberry scone, as she waited patiently for the alpha wolf to arrive. She was both nervous and excited all at the once ; it was an honor that he had even agreed to meet with her in the first place, and she just hoped - hoped, hoped, and hoped - that he’d consider her worthy of his time.