Mini-Interlude 10 – Mateo
“a super-religious pack of wolves who thought it was their calling to turn kids like me into soldiers for the faith. ”
Good grief, even werewolves have religious extremists.
The following is a commissioned mini-interlude focusing on Mateo and Roxa interacting with the pack shortly after he introduced her to them.
The rhythmic, somehow soothing sound of a basketball bouncing against pavement mixed with the shuffling of sneakers in a sort of orchestra of sounds that also included the occasional grunt, bang of the ball against a backboard or rim, and swish of the net.
And if those sounds were the music of the song, the trash talk was its lyrics.
“C’mon, you ain’t got nothing. Nothing. I’m gonna take the ball, toss it, and then put you through the net, midget.” The words came from an enormous Samoan man who appeared to be patient zero for the stereotype about his people being large. His face was fresh and smooth, his head entirely hairless…
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