CHAPTER 45

Beck and I made it back to the drifting research station without running into any more wolves.

We were safe! So were Mom, Tommy, and Storm.

Mom and Tommy were pretty impressed with our daring wolf escape. Storm was more impressed with Beck’s memorization skills.

The five of us regrouped in our family tent and shared our photos and videos.

I hadn’t snapped any shots of the wolves. For one thing, they weren’t really local animals. For another, my fingers had been frozen. With fear.

“Great work, guys,” said Mom as she flipped through all the pix. “We’ll do some editing and upload—”

Just then, our tent door flew open and not because of a blast of freezing Arctic wind. It was kicked open by a group of Russian soldiers led by (hold on to your earflapped fur hat) that blabbermouth of a tutor and tour guide, Larissa Bukova!