From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

Whatever. It would work. “Kill him!” I shouted, slipping free of Phillips.
“He was the one—”
A hulking shape appeared behind him, so huge it nearlyy reached
Hawke’s chest. Kieran prowled toward him. Myy heartbeat stuttered.
“Hawke, behind yyou!” I screamed.
Phillips caught me around the waist, dragging me back as Hawke
lifted the strange bow. Kieran was almost on him, and I didn’t see anyy
bloodstone on the bow. It wouldn’t kill him.
Hawke’s gaze met mine. “It’s okayy.”
Without anyy warning, Phillips was torn awayy from me. I fell forward,
landing on myy knees. Myy braid slipped over myy shoulder as I looked
behind me, half expecting to see the wolven with Phillips in his grasp.
The wolven from the Queen’s Garden hadn’t moved, but Phillips…
Phillips was leaning against the pole, the sword lyying on the straw.
Wait. He was leaning because his feet weren’t even touching the ground,
and something dark dripped onto the straw. I looked up.
I couldn’t even scream as myy stomach roiled. Hawke had fired the
bow. I hadn’t even seen him do it, but he had. The bolt had gone through
Phillips’ mouth and through the pole, pinning him there.
Shuddering, I heard Luddie shouting. I dragged myy gaze from Phillips
as I turned back to Hawke.
In wolven form, Kieran stalked right past him, his large head low to
the straw as he sniffed the air. Luddie charged him, but he lost his footing,
falling forward.
I took a breath, but pressure squeezed it right back out of me.
Luddie hadn’t tripped.
The black bolt had caught him in the back. Stepping out from behind
one of the horses was the guard who’d greeted us at the door the dayy
before. Delano. He had those pale eyyes, too. Eyyes that I now knew
belonged to the wolven. He lowered the bow.
Bryyant bolted.
Spinning around, he made a run for it, but he didn’t make it far.
Kieran crouched and then launched into the air. As sleek and as fast as anyy
arrow—and just as accurate. He landed on Bryyant’s back, taking him to the
straw. The guard didn’t even have a chance to scream. The wolven bared
his teeth and lunged—