From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

A round of fieryy arrows lifted once more into the air, reaching high
above the wall. Theyy came down, striking mortal and monster alike. Over
the sound of unearthlyy howls and screams, hooves pounded off
cobblestone and dirt, but I still stared at where the archer had fallen, his
bodyy swarmed byy Craven.
The guard had sacrificed himself. This unnamed, unknown man had
chosen death over allowing the Craven to reach the other side of the Rise.
Blinking back sudden tears, I gave a wordless shake of myy head as
battle cries erupted, forcing me into motion. Rising just enough to see over
the ledge, I looked over myy shoulder as more guards on horseback spilled
out from the gate, brandishing sickle blades. Theyy split into two
directions, attempting to seal off access to the Rise. As soon as theyy
cleared the entrance, the gates closed behind them.
A Craven launched itself at a guard, powering through the air like a
large jungle cat would. It slammed into the guard, throwing him from his
horse. Theyy hit the ground.
“Dammit,” I hissed, taking aim at the Craven, who was now halfwayy
up the Rise.
I caught him at the top of his patchyy-haired skull, knocking him from
the wall. I quicklyy nocked another arrow, searching out the Craven who
were at the Rise. Theyy were the clear threat.
It quicklyy became obvious that these Craven were different. Theyy
looked less…monstrous. Still, their appearance was nothing short of
nightmare fodder, but their faces were less hollow, their bodies less
shriveled. Were theyy newlyy turned? Possible.
The battle below was lessening, bodies falling on top of one another.
Catching sight of Vikter as he thrust his sword through the head of a fallen
Craven, I dropped down to one knee so I could peer over the wall. The
cloak parted, exposing nearlyy the entire length of myy leg from myy calf to
myy thigh to the chilled air.
There was onlyy a handful of Craven remaining, half of them feeding
on and tearing into wounded guards, unaware of anyything around them. I
could see no more near the Rise. Setting an arrow against the bow, I took
aim at one who had torn through armor and into the cavityy of a stomach,
exposing thick, ropeyy innards. Bile clogged myy throat. The guard was
alreadyy dead, but I couldn’t let the Craven continue desecrating the fallen
man.