Over the next few days, I dusted off my old teaching credential and landed a job as a dancing teacher at a local school.
The older teachers, hearing I was single, jumped at the chance to play matchmaker.
"No thanks," I'd say, brushing them off with a smile. "I'm good on my own."
That day, after sending another well-meaning colleague on their way, I leaned back at my desk, exhaling.
I still hadn't adjusted to modern life.
For ten years, I'd lived in luxury, every hour of my day planned out by attendants. I was like a wind-up doll, just going through the motions.
Now, with freedom in my hands, I felt a little lost.
With no classes to teach, I wandered into a coffee shop, looking for a spot to sit. Then someone called my name.
I turned to see a wolf with sharp features and a clean-cut
