Crave (Crave, #1)

by Tracy Wolff

If You’re Not Living on the Edge, You’re Taking Up Too Much Space

“Exactly how much am I not going to like it?” She holds up a pint of Cherry Garcia with a triumphant sound. My stomach drops. “It’s so bad that we need Ben and Jerry’s?” “To be honest, I always need Ben and Jerry’s.”

And out falls a large black library book. “What is it?” Macy climbs on the bed next to me in an effort to get a better look. “I don’t know,” I answer. But then I turn it over and…it’s totally the last book I ever would have expected him to send. “Twilight? He sent me a copy of Twilight?” I turn to Macy in confusion. Macy gasps as she stares from the book to me. And then she starts to laugh. And laugh. And laugh. And I guess it’s kind of funny…the idea that a guy like Jaxon would send a girl a paranormal romance, but I don’t think it’s nearly as amusing as Macy is making it out to be. Plus, I’ve always kind of wanted to read it, to see what all the fuss was about all those years ago.

I open the front cover, and my heart stutters as I see the small Post-it note stuck to the cover page. In the scrawl I’m rapidly coming to recognize as Jaxon’s is this quote from the novel: “I said it would be better if we weren’t friends, not that I didn’t want to be.”

She didn’t go when I told her to because she couldn’t, because she doesn’t have anywhere else to be. Because she belongs at Katmere Academy, the animalistic voice deep down inside me snarls. More, she belongs with me. Because she’s my mate. My mate. Even after five days, I still can’t get over the wonder and the terror that one simple word engenders in me.