Summer of the Wolves

by Polly Carlson-Voiles

Hatchet meets Julie of the Wolves in this captivating middle-grade novel about the wilderness lake country of northern Minnesota and the rare bond between a 12-year-old foster girl and an 11-day-old wolf pup.

  • Format: Paperback
  • ISBN-13/EAN: 9780544022768
  • ISBN-10: 0544022769
  • Pages: 352
  • Publication Date: 05/14/2013
  • Carton Quantity: 24

About the book

* “A little gem of a book for all wild-hearted lovers of the natural world.” —Kirkus Reviews, starred review

Julie of the Wolves meets Hatchet in this middle grade novel that follows twelve-year-old Nika and her seven-year-old brother, Randall, as they leave their California foster home to spend a summer with their long-lost uncle. There she finds an orphaned wolf pup in a cave, whose mother has been shot.

This compelling first novel explores themes of searching for family and finding a balance between caring for—and leaving alone—wild animals.

About the author
Polly Carlson-Voiles

Polly Carlson-Voiles says this novel, her first, grew out of several things: her longtime love of the wilderness country in northern Minnesota, her experiences with wolves at the International Wolf Center in Ely, Minnesota, and her career of working with lost and found children as a secondary special ed/English teacher in inner city Minneapolis. She lives with her husband and dog near Ely, Minnesota, high on a ridge across the lake from the Boundary Waters Canoe Area, where on lucky nights they listen to the music of the wolves.


When the earth-colored wolf pup first opened her eyes, she looked into the eyes of a woman. The woman’s voice was gentle; her hands were strong. The pup couldn’t remember her lost pack mates or being pulled from the collapsed den. In the first weeks of the pup’s life, the woman fed her from bottles and slept beside her on layers of clean straw spread on the floor of an old wooden shed.

Chapter One

As she walked home from school that perfect California spring day, Nika felt she was on solid ground for the first time in nineteen months, two weeks, and five days. The constant changes for her and her brother had been like Alice down the rabbit hole, a book Nika had never been fond of. You’d have to be in a pretty steady spot in the world to love a book like that.

For Nika, being orphaned at ten and a half had been like standing on a major fault line during an earthquake, watching land slide away in every direction. She’d held tight to her brother’s hand and tried to stay on her feet. Being alone was the new normal, but the shaking never completely stopped. Now the shock was to wake up and find she could do something ordinary like go down for breakfast and shout at her brother for spilling on her English essay, then go off to school like everyone else her age. Nika knew that some animals just plain die when they lose a parent. They give up. It was easy to understand how that could happen.

But today was a good day. After school she walked Olivia home and made plans to get together later. Nika ambled along the streets of Pasadena in the flowery air of early spring. In her backpack she had test scores that would make any parent proud. If she had had a parent, that is. Well, Meg would be proud. Red-purple bougainvillea vines massed up the sides of small houses, and she felt the neon color at the backs of her eyes. A rare sense of peace and exhilaration washed over her, and she stopped smack in the middle of the sidewalk to savor the moment. She had her best friends, Olivia and Zack. School was tolerable since the clone-girls with matching outfits and hairstyles had stopped snickering at her behind their hands. Meg was a great foster mom. Life was finally okay, under the circumstances.

On the corner of her street Nika stopped as usual to speak to Rookie, a bear-size St. Bernard/ Great Pyrenees cross, one of the dogs she walked after school for extra money. He had stolen her heart with his droolly, goldenhearted loving ways. Every day he waited for her, leaning against the gate where she could reach over and rub his ears. She could always tell Rookie about how much she missed her mom, or about the girls who teased her for being too smart. Things she never told anyone else.

When she looked into his heavy-lidded knowing eyes, she remembered how she and Randall had bombarded their mom with dog-acquiring campaigns: hidden notes, pictures, and impossible promises. Their mom would always laugh and say, "Someday . . ."

She rubbed the dog’s chest until he collapsed into a giant furry puddle, then knelt down to scratch him through the fence. Dogs love you no matter what.

"Someday . . ." she said softly to the dog, as she rose to walk up the street to Meg’s. She had homework to do if she was going to go back to Olivia’s later.

When she got home, the house echoed with tiptoe quiet. She found a note under the frog magnet on the fridge that said, "The twins and Josie are with their social workers. Randall is at a game with Newt. I am grocery shopping. Be back soon. Luv, Meg." There was a heart drawn by the signature.

Nika threw her quarter-ton book bag onto the couch, poured some milk, grabbed an apple, and pulled out her math homework, settling in for a bout with pre-algebra. Two minutes on the soft couch in the silent house, and she fell asleep with the book unopened in her hands.


A shrill ringing spiked into Nika’s sleep, vibrating inside her head like a dentist’s drill. She threw herself sideways off the couch, jumped up, and grabbed the phone before it could ring again.

"Hello," she answered, trying to focus, her heart beating fast from sudden awakening.

"Hello. Is this Nika?" said an unfamiliar nervous-chirpy voice.

"Yes, speaking."

"Well, this is Mrs. Marquita Fish. You remember? Your Pasadena social worker? I have recently been talking to Meg, uh, to your foster mother, and I wanted you both to know the good news right away. Please, would you call Meg to the phone?"

Good news? Good news coming from this social worker? The very one who moved Nika and her brother to a new foster home every two months before placing them at Meg’s eleven months ago? At the last foster home before Meg’s, the woman in charge had kept the shades drawn and never let anyone open a window, even if it was hot, and an older boy had thrown Nika’s pet turtle over the fence. I can hardly wait, she thought. But politeness reigned, manners her mother had taught her. "She’s not home right now. May I take a message?"

"Yes, well . . ." said Mrs. Fish. There was a questioning silence on the line. "So then, Nika, when do you think Meg will be available?"

Nika always stumbled when she tried to lie. Pausing, she said, "She’s coming home late, I think. Really, really late." Something about this call made her want to curl her toes into the nubby tan carpet and hold on.

Suddenly Mrs. Fish spoke more loudly, like people do to the hard of hearing. "Yes, well, I guess I’ll tell you the good news first. We’ve finally found your uncle. He’d been out of the country. But we’ve found him, and it’s all arranged!" She ended on a high note, as though she had just announced winning a free car on the radio.

"What?" Nika’s jumpy feet began propelling her back and forth. Arranged? Uncle??? Her finger lingered on the phone’s "end call" button. Her only uncle had been out of the picture for years.

"Oh, nooooo. I guess Meg hasn’t told you yet. Oh, my. I’ve probably spoiled the surprise. You and Randall are going to Minnesota!" High note again. "Your uncle bought the tickets. It’s all set. Week after next!"

Nika wanted to swat at the woman’s voice to make it stop. Instead she took a breath and held it. Pushing her words tight together so there wouldn’t be room for Mrs. Fish to say more, Nika said, " There must be some mistake because school isn’t over for weeks, but thanks." She abruptly pushed the "end call" button. Meg could call her back. Or not. Nika could just forget to mention it. She felt a hot tightening in her stomach. A visit to Minnesota the week after next, before school was even out? Impossible. She was just getting used to living in a foster home she liked. Surely Meg would let Nika and Randall decide.

During the next hour Nika paced so much, she practically wore a pathway in the carpet. Finally Meg struggled in through the back door, breathing heavily, her bag of groceries catching on the doorjamb. Nika rushed to help her with the tearing bag.

She hadn’t planned to tell Meg. Especially since she knew Meg hadn’t been feeling well lately. But for Nika honesty sometimes just happened, like when your hand shoots out as you’re about to fall. Before she had time to stop herself, she said, "Mrs. Fish called about some uncle." Nika lifted the torn bag carefully and heaved it to the counter. Several cans and boxes tumbled out.

Meg gave her a long look while straightening her flowered shirt. They stood staring at each other in the sunny kitchen. It felt as if out of nowhere a dangerous snake had entered the r...


"Debut novelist Carlson-Voiles renders Nika's emotional turmoil and moral dilemmas with gentle, compassionate strokes...A little gem of a book for all wild-hearted lovers of the natural world."--Kirkus, starred review