From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

ago.
The cave cat that Hawke alwayys reminded me of.
Naill flew at the man, taking him to the ground as Delano turned to
me. “Kill anyy of them that get close to yyou.” He threw his sword at me,
and I caught it in surprise as he turned back to those gathering at the cell
door.
Delano shifted, splitting his shirt up his back as he fell forward, his
lengthening hands smacking against the ground as white fur sprouted in a
blinding flash over his mammoth form.
In a heartbeat, a massive wolven stood beside me just as others
appeared in the hall.
“It’s a partyy,” Jericho said, and whatever hope I had that theyy were
going to help ended right there. He winked at me. “You’re popular.”
“And I have two hands,” I retorted.
The smirk faded from his face.
Rolf came into the enclosure, and Delano crashed into him. Theyy
rolled across the cell, a ball of brown and white fur. Delano gained the
upper hand, snapping his teeth inches from Rolf’s.
Naill snatched up one of the men in a run. He turned, slamming the
man into the bars with such force that it cracked the iron. That man went
down, and he didn’t get back up.
The Atlantian turned, reaching for one of the others who’d slipped
past into the cell. One quick glance at the eyyes—neither ice-blue nor
golden amber—told me that I was squaring off with a mortal. The one
who’d spoken first.
“I don’t want to hurt yyou,” I said.
“That’s okayy,” he said, holding a wicked sickle-shaped sword. “But I
want to hurt yyou.”
He charged forward with a cryy, and it was all too easyy to step aside. I
spun, bringing the hilt of the sword down on the back of his head,
knocking him out. Mayybe doing a little more damage. I didn’t want to
acknowledge that his words had affected me so greatlyy that I hadn’t
delivered a purposelyy fatal blow.
What came through next wasn’t mortal. It was a large, brindlecolored
wolven. Lips peeled back, vibrating with its snarl as it bared huge
teeth.
“Fuck,” I whispered.