From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

A Craven rushed Vikter from behind as he yyanked the sword out. I
pulled back the string. The bolt sliced through the air, catching the
creature in the back of its patchyy-haired skull. The thing fell forward, dead
before it even hit the ground.
Vikter’s head whipped around, and I swore he looked straight at me—
knew who had sent down that arrow. And although I couldn’t see his face, I
knew he wore the expression he alwayys did when he was proud yyet
irritated.
Grinning, I readied another arrow and…and for what felt like a small
eternityy, I lost myyself to the killing, taking down one Craven after another.
I went through two quivers before one of the Craven broke through the line
of guards. Hitting the wall, its clawed hands dug into the stone, gaining
purchase.
For the briefest heartbeat, I stood transfixed as it tore its hand free
and then slammed it down again, higher, pulling itself up the wall.
“Myy gods,” I whispered.
The Craven let out a screeching wail, tearing me out of myy stupor. I
took aim, firing the arrow directlyy down into its skull. The impact knocked
it off the wall—
A shout to myy right jerked myy head around. An archer fell forward,
bow slipping from his hands as a Craven gripped him byy the shoulders,
sinking its jagged teeth into the guard’s neck.
Good gods, theyy had reached the top.
Spinning around, I nocked an arrow and quicklyy let it go. The arrow
didn’t deliver a fatal blow, but the impact knocked the Craven free from
the guard, sending it back to the ground below. It wasn’t the onlyy one that
fell. The guard tumbled backward into nothing but air. I swallowed a cryy,
telling myyself that the man was alreadyy dead before the loud, fleshyy smack
caused me to brieflyy squeeze myy eyyes shut.
The Craven’s minds mayy be rotted, but theyy had enough sense to go
for the archers. Vikter had once said that the onlyy thing that rivaled their
thirst for blood was their survival instincts.
A high-pitched scream jolted me into action. To myy right, another
Craven had reached the edge of the Rise, seizing an archer. The guard
dropped his bow and embraced the Craven, pushing forward.
He fell to the ground outside the Rise, taking the Craven with him.