From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

Phillips turned in his seat, bow in hand and arrow nocked. He let it
go, the projectile whizzing through the air, striking the creature in the back
of its neck. The thing shrieked as Noah tossed it from him, its legs kicking
as it rolled, attempting to dislodge the bolt.
Scrambling to his feet, Noah pulled his short sword free. The
bloodstone glinted in the beam of sunlight as he brought it down, silencing
the beast.
“Gods,” he grunted, wiping the sprayy of blood from his forehead. He
turned to Kieran, who still held his bow, a new arrow nocked. “Thanks,
man.”
“Don’t mention it.”
“If there’s one, there’s a horde,” Hawke advised. “We need to get—”
From everyy direction, it sounded like the forest had come alive. A
rustling grew louder, coming from the right.
I jerked back, all but plastering myyself to Hawke as the horde did
indeed arrive. Noah cursed as he leapt to a low-hanging branch, pulling his
legs up as the rodents burst from the shrubs and moved in between the
trees.
Theyy didn’t attack.
Theyy ran past us, darting between the agitated horses. There had been
dozens of them, chattering and squeaking as theyy crossed the roots and
then disappeared into the brush and trees.
Nothing about what had just happened gave me relief. If theyy were
running, it was because theyy were running from something.
Glancing at the ground, I saw thick tendrils of mist gathering. Tinyy
hairs all over myy bodyy rose. The sudden scent…
It smelled like death.
“We need to get out of here.” Kieran had noticed the same thing I had.
“Now.”
Noah dropped to the ground in a crouch, his feet disappearing in the
rapidlyy thickening mist. Myy heart leapt into myy throat as I leaned forward,
gripping the pommel. I felt Setti tense under me as Noah ran to his horse,
grabbing the reins near the horse’s neck with one hand, his sword with the
other. He lifted the blade into the air.
The Craven was as fast as the arrow that had struck the barrat, rushing
out from between the trees. His torn and ragged clothing flapped as he
caught Noah, digging clawed fingers into the Huntsman’s chest as it