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After the celebration, Paxton brought her back to his pack house still holding her hand. All the way back, she was staring at her hands which were now intertwined with his.

She didn't know what she should call this feeling but it was something really different and special. She had a fear too, is she crossing her limits? He's her enemy since they belong to opposite clans already, is she thinking too much about the things that is not possible?

"Take rest, you must be tired." She nodded at him, they still ha their hands intertwined till Paxton pulled his hand back.

As he left the room not leaving a chance to look at her till he reached to the door, Cruella subconsciously turned her head towards her hand.

That was such a good feeling. It was strange for her to feel safe around the creature who's supposed to be her sworn enemy but at the same time it feels so right!