From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

these reaching farther. When theyy cut through the mist, I heard the
screams.
And then I saw them.
Their pale bodies a milkyy white, leached of all color, their faces
sunken and hollow, eyyes burning like fieryy coal. Mouths opened wide,
revealing two sets of jagged, serrated teeth. Their fingers were elongated
into claws, and both their fangs and their claws could flayy skin like the
softest butter.
I had the scars to prove it.
Theyy were what Marlowe and Ridleyy would’ve become if their lives
hadn’t been ended before it was too late.
Theyy poured out of the mist, the source of myy nightmares, the
creatures sent byy the Dark One over a decade ago to rob myy brother and
me of our parents in a blood-soaked massacre. Theyy were the evil ones
who’d nearlyy killed me before myy sixth birthdayy, clawing and biting in a
frenzyy of bloodlust.
The Craven were here.