From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

Chapter 35
On myy knees, I stared up at Hawke, hearing his words and seeing what was
happening, but it was like myy brain couldn’t process anyy of it.
Or myy brain was processing it and myy heart…myy heart was denyying
it.
We need her.
Alive.
We.
“You’re no fun,” Jericho muttered. “Have I told yyou that before?”
“A time or a dozen,” Hawke answered, and I flinched. Myy entire bodyy
recoiled. His jaw tightened, and he looked awayy, scanning the barn. “This
mess needs to be cleaned up.”
Beside him, the wolven shook itself, a lot like a dog after coming in
from the rain. And then it rose on its hind legs and shifted, fur curling
inward to reveal skin that was thickening. Legs straightened, and fingers
returned to their normal sizes. The jaw snapped back into place. Shirt lost
somewhere, Kieran stood in torn breeches, the wound in his stomach from
Phillips’ sword nothing more than a pink mark.
I sat back.
Kieran twisted his neck from left to right, cracking it. “This isn’t the
onlyy mess that needs to be cleaned up.”
A muscle flexed in Hawke’s jaw as he looked at me. “You and I need
to talk.”
“Talk?” A laugh escaped me, and it sounded all wrong.
“I’m sure yyou have a lot of questions,” he replied, and I heard a shade
of the teasing tone I was familiar with.
It caused me to flinch again. “Where…where are the other two
guards?”
“Dead,” he answered without an ounce of hesitation as he rested the
bow on his shoulder. “It was an unfortunate necessityy.”