At fourteen, Mateo Reyes considered himself the champion of nobodies in his small pathetic nowhere town. His principal thinks that heāll never amount to anything. His mom couldnāt care less if heās home or not, and the string of bullies that torment him is a never-ending cycle.
But his life takes a crazy turn when three League Warriors show up to rescue him from the evil forces coming for him. The Dark Order. When the warriors expose their mystical spirit animals, he canāt deny the longing in his own soul for the white wolf that invades his dreams, night after night.
They tell him that heās one of the most feared warriors in the League, but with no memory of his true identity, how can he truly believe anything they have to say? How is he supposed to find the courage to embark on a journey destined for a hero, when the voices in his life remind him that heās unwanted in the world?
But the only voice that truly matters is hers. The moon. She says itās time to trust.
And sheās never wrong!
At fourteen, Mateo Reyes considered himself the champion of nobodies in his small pathetic nowhere town. His principal thinks that heāll never amount to anything. His mom couldnāt care less if heās home or not, and the string of bullies that torment him is a never-ending cycle.
But his life takes a crazy turn when three League Warriors show up to rescue him from the evil forces coming for him. The Dark Order. When the warriors expose their mystical spirit animals, he canāt deny the longing in his own soul for the white wolf that invades his dreams, night after night.
They tell him that heās one of the most feared warriors in the League, but with no memory of his true identity, how can he truly believe anything they have to say? How is he supposed to find the courage to embark on a journey destined for a hero, when the voices in his life remind him that heās unwanted in the world?
But the only voice that truly matters is hers. The moon. She says itās time to trust.
And sheās never wrong!
Thereās one thing you can count on when it comes to bullies.
They always show.
Why would I think tonight would be any different?
Thereās only one way to get to my pathetic trailer park from my pathetic part-time job at the local bar in town. Yeah, I know. Fourteen-year-old me, Mateo Reyes, is way too young to work in a bar. Tell me about it.
It canāt be legal. But that doesnāt stop my motherās boyfriend from bossing me around and making me work there. Long ugly story.
I sweep, wash dishes, take out the trash, and clean up after men who donāt know how to handle their liquor, like the pathetic boyfriend my mother refuses to kick out of our home. Sure, we live in a rickety old trailer, but itās the only home Iāve got.
And tonight, just when I thought I could race home in time to avoid these morons, they still found a way to show up and cut me off. Iām so exhausted. All I want to do is crash. I scowl up at the black sky thatās lit up with a full moon.
Is it too much to ask for a good nightās sleep without any bruises for once? Really?
Dumb moon.
Skidding to a stop, I see them. Thereās four of them tonight.
Theyāre blocking my way to the street that crosses the tracks to the trailer park. Because it wasnāt bad enough to live in one of the most poverty-stricken areas of this stupid town. Oh no. I literally get to live on the wrong side of the tracks. And these jerks never fail to remind me of that hideous little fact at school. Beating me up just adds the cherry on top, making them feel even more superior to the poor Latino kid with a single mom that can barely hold on to a job.
I think we still have bags of frozen peas in the freezer to kiss these new bruises coming my way. I hate peas, but tonight weāre going to become besties. My fingers brush against my lucky coin in my pocket. Donāt know why I donāt get rid of this thing. Itās not like it ever brought me any good luck in my miserable life.
āRunning somewhere, dork?ā
I roll my eyes. Oh yeah. Thatās real original.
Jerk wad is the biggest and dumbest of the bunch. Darryl Miller, a junior who just happened to have a locker right across from me and who made sure to welcome me on the first day of school. Friendly too. Especially when he poured his can of soda over my head right before I got to my first class.
Whose dumb idea was it to put freshmen lockers next to upper-class morons in the first place? Itās like the principal said, Hey, Juniors and Seniors, itās open season on all the new dorky freshmen. Go at it.
Darryl is a big boy for his age. Yay me. Heās over six feet and thick. Iām not talkinā muscle thick, more like someone likes a little too much syrup on his stack of a gazillion pancakes. Heās so pale he almost lights up the street, and that black spiky hair he thinks is so cool just adds an extra touch to his whole ugly vibe. Nice straight white teeth though. Bet his mama forked over some serious cash for those bad boys since she didnāt have much else to work with.
āWhat do you want, Darryl?ā Thatās a dumb question.
I already know why he and his friends are after me. They came around the bar when I was throwing out the trash, trying to scam some beer since they were too stupid to figure out how to get fake IDs like the rest of the teenagers in this town. And to top it off, they wanted it for free. Gotta hand it to āem. First-class morons have a style all their own.
They start walking closer, slowly, like theyāre trying to be all dramatic and stuff. Oh brother, letās get this over with. I might be a freshman, but that doesnāt mean I canāt give as good as I get. At five-ten, which is not bad for a fourteen-year-old, thank you very much, and after some training at the community gym, Iāve got a few moves up my sleeve.
Iām thin, but not scrawny by any means. The one positive thing that came from my crummy job at the dive bar was building some home-grown muscle. You know how heavy a keg of beer can be? Rolling that silver barrel around is not as easy as I make it look. You get me?
āYouāre such an idiot, Mateo.ā Darryl stands in front of his goons with his arms crossed. āAll you had to do was get us the beer and we would have gone away. Right, boys?ā
Boys? More like ugly creatures that no other planet wanted so they got stuck here on Earth.
Creature number one is tall, but as skinny as a stick. Reminds me of the blow-away inflatable tube man you always see at car dealerships. Creature number two. Well, heās just sad. Plain and simple. Short, fat, and covered in freckles like a hive of bees attacked him while he was sleeping. Not to mention the acne that makes his cheeks shine like two glowing red balls.
And thereās creature number three. Heās all the way in the back. I squint, trying to make him out, but I donāt recognize him. Wait. He didnāt come to the bar tonight with them.
The guyās taller than me, maybe hitting six feet and heās slinking behind the three morons, stalking them quietly, like something youād see in a crazy ninja movie. Heās wearing a dark hoodie, so I canāt see his face. These jerks donāt even know that heās back there.
From out of nowhere, I see two more dark figures appear to his side. One about as tall, but much more slender. Same black hoodie, but the slim jeans make me think sheās a girl. The last hooded figure is just as tall as the first guy, but the light catches straight inkjet strands of hair on the side of his face.
Before, when Darryl and his creatures showed up, I was annoyed, but now my get your butt outta here senses are tingling down my spine. This just got scary on a whole new level.
Jerkwad is so bent on hurting me, he still doesnāt have a clue of the three terrifying hoodies that are about to jump us. āReyes, Iām gonna hurt you. And Iām gonna hurt you real bad. These fists are gonna show you whoās the boss around here.ā
Even though those hoodies terrify me, I just canāt let Darrylās stupid remarks fly without saying something. āAre you kidding me? Do you ever listen to how dumb you sound?ā
āThatās it, dork.ā He turns to creatures number one and two. āGet him.ā
I roll my eyes again. Of course, he sends his goons to come and get me. I know the drill. They grab me, and then King Jerkwad pulls all the punches without the fear of getting hit back.
But not this time. Just as I get my stance in place, ready to fight back, the first hoodie I saw, speaks, āNo one is going to hurt him tonight!ā
The three idiots whip around and stop right in their tracks. They even have the nerve to glare back at me like I set this whole thing up. Which would have been way cool, had I known I was getting jumped tonight. Too bad I canāt take the credit, especially if those hoodies are after me too.
āReyes, you did this?ā Darrylās got his fists balled up, ready to go.
āDid what? I donāt know who they are.ā
Darryl turns back to the Main Hoodie and slams his fist against the palm of his hand. āThis is not your fight. Leave. Unless you want to feel the wrath of my fist.ā
Wrath? Who talks like that? I crack up at his stupid lines again, fueling his anger up a notch. Bad habit of mine. Which is why I keep the freezer stocked with so many bags of frozen peas.
Darryl throws me another huge pale-faced glare. I shrug. āWhat? Youāre just funny. What can I say?ā
Main Hoodie and his friends walk closer and reveal themselves. The first guy has light brown wavy hair and big brown eyes that look like they want to slice these morons in half. Eeee. Donāt ever want to get on this guyās bad side.
Hoodie number two is a girl. Just like I thought. Her long brown hair is held back in a ponytail and sheās pretty. Sheās not as scary mad, but sheās not happy either. You can tell by the way sheās scowling at Darryl and his friends.
And last, Hoodie number three comes forward and crosses his arms. He has dark skin and straight black hair that reaches his neckline. Gotta say, itās a cool Indian exotic look.
He runs his hand through his hair, tipping his head down, giving the morons the same mean glare as the first guy. He seems older than the other two. Oh yeah. This guy is definitely in charge.
He walks toward us, with his head held high, calm, without a flicker of fear in his eyes. āAs my friend just told you. No one is hurting him tonight. Trust me. You donāt want to experience the wrath of what weāre capable of. It is time for you to leave.ā
Bam. In your face, Darryl.
I bet this guy was royalty in another lifetime. A prince, maybe? When this guy speaks, you know it would just be a smart move to do whatever he says or else.
But looking at Darryl, stupid should be plastered across his forehead, because he moves closer to Prince Hoodie and gets in his face. āWhoās gonna make me? You. India boy. Why donāt you go back to where you came from? We donāt need your kind around here.ā
Oh yeah, did I forget to mention what racist bigots these guys are?
The guy smiles at Darryl, like with that whole coolāIām about to shake up your world smileāand not in a good way. āNo. Iām not going to make you do anything.ā He puts his hands behind his back as if heās in deep thought. āShe will.ā He nods to the girl. āKatrina, shall we demonstrate?ā
She nods and takes a deep breath. āLuna. Shadow. Zamir.ā
The air quiets around us and then I hear something that canāt be real. No way. Iācanānotābe hearing that. Growling? But it doesnāt sound like itās coming from a dog. Wolves, maybe. What the heck? Next, I hear the thunderous roar of a tiger. And it is not the sound of a happy tiger.
My mind begins to race. Get out of there, dummy! But thereās so much shock and terror pumping into my veins, this dummy just stands like a frozen statue stuck to the asphalt. I canāt move. Then, as if the tigerās roar wasnāt bad enough, the next sound I hear is enough to make my mind explode.
Howling! I was right. Definitely wolves. Not one, but two of them.
I look back up at the moon, already apologizing for calling her dumb, because if this full moon brought out some magic hungry wolves, I really want to be on her good side. But instead of fear ripping me apart, I feel something else. It hurts like crazy. Like someone broke my heart. Longing. Despair. I shake my head. What the heck is that all about?
The moronās heads are spinning around like pinballs, trying to gauge where the sounds are coming from. Their eyeballs look like theyāre about to fly out of their sockets with terror.
Inflatable tube man grabs Darrylās arm. āWhat is that? Is that real?ā
I look down and see some little streaks coming down his pant leg. You know the saying, he got so scared heāwell you know the saying. Not his finest moment and just so you know, I am soooo storing this little moment away for future use.
But until thenāall I can do is pray to get out of here alive. Time to do what I do best. Run!
Yeah, thatās a good idea. Thatās actually a full-blown brilliant idea. My brown butt is outta here. Back to where I belong, across the tracks and away from these hoodies. Away from all the noise of these animals that might be hiding, ready to eat us.
But just as I find a sliver of an ounce, not the whole ounce, ācuz Iām not that brave, but a tiny sliver of an ounce of courage to move, thinking that this canāt get any worse, I see them.
A monster of a tiger and two massive, tall wolves saunter slowly toward us.
Iām so dead!
All Mateo Reyes wants is not to be a nobody. The 14-year-old protagonist of The Wolf and The Moon Seeker has spent his life being told by his teachers, principal, and bullies that he is worthless. His mother, a raging alcoholic, is the cherry on top of a sundae of loneliness and despair. Just as Mateo is about to face yet another beating from his bullies, three warriors appear and rescue him not only from injury, but from being caught by the infamous Dark Order. Mateo is a League Warrior: part of a race of humans who can expose their spirit animals, but all of Mateoās memories of being a League Warrior are gone ā stolen by The Dark Order. Guided by the voice in his head ā which so happens to be the moon herself ā Mateo goes on a journey of self-discovery, magic, and danger to recover his memories, stop The Dark Order, and finally squelch the fear in his head that still tries to tell him he is unwanted.
The Wolf and The Moon Seeker is a thrill-seeking middle grade fantasy perfect for fans of Percy Jackson. Mateo is a narrator that readers of all ages will want to take under their wing and root for. Adolescence is a scary time in any young teenās life, and the difficulties of peer pressure, changing bodies and the loss of childhood innocence is hard enough when you have a good home life. To face those challenges not only alone, but up against an abusive parent, mean classmates and indifferent teachers gives Mateo a gritty bravery. At the same time Mateo also represents how a kid can appear hardened on the outside, but be utterly broken on the inside.
The Wolf and The Moon Seeker had great world building, and I thought the idea of having spirit animals that can be manifested outside the physical body was unique and refreshing. We see a lot of vampires, shapeshifters, and magic users in literature these days, so it is awesome to see someone put their own twist on fantasy and give readers something that is somewhat new. It is also something that young middle and high school aged readers will love. I remember being a 15-year-old talking with my friends about what our spirit animals would look like if they were real. I would have gobbled this book up like a bowl of my favorite ice cream.
The Wolf and The Moon Seeker did seem a little rushed to me in that I wished the pacing could have been slowed down. The book has a lot of action, which is great, and something that is essential if you want to hold the attention of middle grade readers, but there should be a healthy balance between action and pacing so that it does not feel like I am running out of breath as I read. I want to be encouraged to keep turning pages, but because of what the plot is presenting, not because the book is moving too fast.