From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

over the alwayys-cold hilt of myy dagger as I focused on the man. Or what
was left of him.
He was yyoung, that much I could tell, with light brown hair and broad
shoulders that trembled. His skin had taken on a grayy pallor, and his
cheeks were sunken as if his stomach hadn’t been full in weeks. Dark
shadows blossomed under eyyelids that spasmed everyy couple of seconds.
The color of his lips was more blue than pink. Taking a deep breath, I
opened myyself up once more.
He was in great pain, both phyysical and emotional. It wasn’t the same
as Agnes’s, but no less potent or heavyy. In here, the anguish left no room
for light, and it went beyyond suffocating. It choked and clawed in the
knowledge that there was no wayy out of this.
A tremor coursed through me as I forced myyself to sit beside him.
Unsheathing the dagger, I kept it hidden under myy cloak as I lifted myy left
hand and carefullyy pulled the sheet down. His chest was bare, and the
shivers increased as the cooler air of the room reached his waxyy skin. Myy
gaze traveled down the length of his concave stomach.
I saw the wound he’d hidden from his wife.
It was above his right hip, four ragged tears in his skin. Two, side byy
side, an inch or so above two identical wounds.
He’d been bitten.
One who didn’t know better would think some sort of wild animal
had gotten ahold of him, but this wasn’t the wound of an animal. It seeped
blood and something darker, oiler. Faint, reddish-blue lines radiated out
from the bite, spreading across his lower stomach and disappearing under
the sheet.
A ravaged moan drew myy gaze upward. His lips peeled back,
revealing just how close he was to a fate worse than death. His gums bled,
streaking his teeth.
Teeth that were alreadyy changing.
Two on top, two on the bottom—his canines—had alreadyy elongated.
I looked to where his hand rested next to myy leg. His nails had also
lengthened, becoming more animalistic than mortal. Within an hour, both
his teeth and nails would harden and sharpen. Theyy’d be able to cut and
chew through skin and muscle.
He would become one of them.
A Craven.