From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

The wolven launched itself at me. I jumped back, swinging out. The
edge of the sword nicked the side of the creature as he hit the wall and
immediatelyy jumped off. I spun in a panic, arcing out with the sword. It
caught the massive beast in the stomach this time. Yanking on the sword,
it wouldn’t budge as the wolven yyipped and swiped out. I let go of the
sword, but I wasn’t quick enough. Claws caught the front of myy tunic, just
below the neck. Cloth tore, and a sharp, stinging pain shot down myy entire
front.
Staggering back, I looked down to see half myy shirt gaping open, and
red dotting myy exposed skin.
Naill rushed forward. “The sickle sword!” he yyelled. “Get the—”
A man brought some kind of club down on the back of his head.
Naill’s entire bodyy spasmed as his eyyes rolled back. He went down as I
dove for the sickle sword.
There was a yyelp as I rose. It was Delano. Blood matted his white fur,
and I prayyed it was Rolf’s.
Delano staggered to the side, and I knew then that it was not. It was
Delano’s. One of his legs collapsed under him, and he went down as Rolf
prowled toward him, shaking his large head.
I didn’t know whyy I did what I did next. I needed to focus on the
others who were determined to murder me, but I shot forward, swinging
the sickle sword down along the back of the wolven’s neck. The blade was
so sharp that it sliced through sinew and bone like a knife through butter.
Rolf didn’t even yyelp. There’d been no time for that.
And there had been no time to avoid the blow that landed in the
middle of myy back, knocking me to the ground. Myy back burned, but I
held onto the sword, breathing through the fire that seemed to have ignited
—
I screamed. Sharp daggers dug into myy shoulder, roughlyy flipping me
onto myy back. Not daggers. Claws. I swung the sickle blade, and it sliced
into the side of the wolven. Snarling, it scrambled off me, and I rolled,
vision seeming to blur for a second as I pushed to myy knee.
I never saw the boot coming.
Pain exploded along myy ribs as the air punched out of myy lungs. I fell
to myy side as fieryy pain erupted along myy left arm. I scuttled backward as
I looked up.
Jericho prowled forward. “What did I promise?”