Rogue Soul (The Mythean Arcana Series Book 3) by Linsey Hall

the jungle to shades of green and black.
    “Something Celtic. From Otherworld. I don’t know. But this isn’t an Amazonian storm.”
    An unnatural chill broke out over her skin, colder than either the wind or the rain could elicit. She whipped her bow off her back and an arrow from her quiver. Did the gods send something with the storm? Was that how they would get her?  
    “There!” she yelled, pointing to the forest.
    Boar spies. The gods had sent fucking spies after her rather than track her progress themselves.  
    She raised her bow, sighted an arrow, and shot the ugly gray beast between the eyes. It collapsed, but she looked for more. The gods had conjured the storm to send boar spies, who couldn’t aetherwalk, ahead of them. The animals couldn’t speak, but they could report back with what they’d seen if Cernowain, god of animals, was there to read their minds.  
    “Get closer to the north shore!” she yelled.
    Cam cursed and piloted the little boat through the waves toward the shore, careful not to let the broad side face the waves. He pulled as close as he could get, and she was grateful that the river was deep here.  
    Bow drawn, she searched through the trees, now only a dozen feet away. Hanging vines trailed in the water, raking eerily over her shoulders when Cam steered the boat beneath them. At this range, she’d hit anything she could see.
    There, another. The arrow flew from her bow and the boar collapsed. But how the hell was she supposed to see them all in such thick cover?
    “There!” Cam roared and pointed ahead of the boat.  
    Another arrow, another downed boar. But the huge storm could carry dozens. How would she see them all and kill them before they returned to Otherworld on another storm with word of their location?
    Unless…
    She slung the bow over her back and searched for a vine. A perfect one was nearing the bow of the boat as they motored along the shore.
    She sucked in a bracing breath, waited for the ideal moment, then took off running across the roof. The vine was thick in her hands, and she prayed that it would take her to shore. Air whistled by her as she sailed through the sky. When it swung her over the shore, she let go and landed in sticky mud.
    “Ana!” Cam roared, his rage and worry carrying easily on the wind. “Get back on the damned boat! It’s too dangerous!”
    She ignored him. The boars would scent her on shore and come to get a closer look. They wouldn’t be able to help themselves.  
    She yanked up her bow and nocked an arrow just before the first boar lumbered toward her. The arrow thudded between its eyes. The mud sucked her feet deep into the bank as she searched the jungle. Three more charged and she shot them in succession. Satisfaction coursed through her when they fell.  
    “Get back on the damn boat, Ana!” There was real fear in his voice now. Fear for her.
    She ignored it and raced along the shore beside the boat, shooting boars as they charged out of the jungle. She counted fifteen before they stopped appearing.  
    Her arrows had felled them all, but like the demons from the other day, she hadn’t killed them. She’d just delayed their return to Otherworld. They would regenerate there, but it would take them longer than if they’d reported back as they were supposed to. At best, she’d bought them some time. How much, she couldn’t be sure. Hopefully she and Cam would be long gone from here by the time they regenerated and Cernowain could read their minds.
    “Get your ass on the fucking boat!” Cam roared.  
    She glanced over her shoulder. He’d steered close to shore and looked like he was about to jump off and swing her back to safety. Worry twisted his face, evident even through the rain. Whitecaps still crashed into the boat, and vines dragged at the pilothouse.
    There was no time to retrieve her arrows, which were scattered behind her. Mud sucked at her feet as she ran and leapt onto the deck, scrambling to pull herself on