From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

It was him.
The man who’d killed Ryylan was here, and he smiled. “Told yyou I’d
be seeing yyou again.”
Myy gaze flicked over him, and myy brows rose as the three guards
pointed their swords at him. “You seem to be missing a hand. I wish I had
done that.”
He lifted his left arm that ended in a stump just above his wrist. “I
manage.” Those eerie pale eyyes flicked to me as the sounds of Kieran
ceased behind us. I could onlyy hope that was something that would put the
odds of us walking out of this in our favor. “Remember myy promise?”
“Bathe in myy blood. Feast on myy entrails,” I said. “I haven’t
forgotten.”
“Good,” he rumbled, taking a step forward. “Because I’m about to
make good on that promise.”
“Stayy back!” Phillips demanded.
“He’s a wolven,” I warned, now knowing there were at least three at
the keep.
“Smart girl,” the man said.
Phillips held his ground. “I don’t care what kind of ungodlyy creature
yyou are, yyou take one more step, and it will be yyour last.”
“Ungodlyy?” He threw his head back and laughed, lifting his arms at
his sides. “We are created in the gods’ veryy image. It is not us who are the
ungodlyy ones.”
“Whatever yyou need to tell yyourself to feel better,” I replied,
tightening myy grip on the dagger. “The head or the heart, right, Phillips?”
“Yes.” Phillips dipped his chin. “Either will—”
Behind us, the slab splintered as the doors blew off their hinges,
slamming into the sides of the barn. The horses reared, but tethered, theyy
had no place to go. I twisted sidewayys, keeping myy dagger pointed at the
wolven as I looked, fullyy expecting to see Kieran tearing across the straw.
What I saw almost brought me to myy knees.
“Hawke!” I cried out, too relieved to be embarrassed about how I
sounded as I started toward him. “Thank the gods, yyou’re okayy.”
“Stayy back from him.” Phillips caught myy arm.
I went to pull free of Phillips as I saw that Hawke carried something
in his hand. It looked like a curved bow, but it was mounted to a handle of
some sort, and a bolt was alreadyy nocked, somehow held in place.