(Book 3/3) Being a Dyrith adds a whole new level of complexity when you're also a werewolf. In this realm of powerful creatures, when you have the abilities of more than one, what does that make you? ... Rayne Ylva has no idea what she has wrapped herself into but her fate seems to be written in a prophecy. A prophecy that was told to oppose the tyrants in power, a prophecy that could define her future. It won't be long before Rayne realizes that she's not as ordinary as she seems, and there's more to her than just being a Dyrith. But is her extraordinary nature, worth being chased around the world? Is it worth not going back to the place she calls home? Is it worth being away from the one she loves? She will have to find a way to get out of this mess before it gets to her. She will have to learn so much more before she's capable to fight back. Step One: Finding out who she really is. ... Book 3, HTTIC: Dyrith Disclaimer: This is the third installment of the 'Heir To The Iron Crown' series. Kindly check out the first two stories as this is not a stand-alone book.

The finale to The Culled Crown series. ***** Monroe Benson is a girl made of lies--a girl made of lies who fell in love with a boy who excelled at telling them. The son of a sailor, he'd said. A nobody. Liar. Beautiful liar. Shouldn't she have tasted those lies on his lips? Shouldn't she have known? And even if she hadn't seen it, hadn't thought to look deeper into his past, shouldn't he have told her? Liar. Liar. Lair. He should have been honest. All those nights they'd laid in bed together and he'd never even been who she'd thought he was. Lies. All of it lies. And what would she have done if he'd mustered the courage to tell her the truth? Would she have run from him? As Monroe finds herself imprisoned once more in Oredison Palace, the answers to those broken questions hardly seem to matter anymore. The Culling is not over. There are four girls left. Four girls, all of them goddess-chosen and goddess-blessed. And the crown is not finished with them. The whisper of that roiling, dark power in Monroe's blood has not dimmed, even with tacet suffocating it. The game is not over. That toxicant throne was not sated with the blood of a princess. The throne craves a queen. The goddess craves blood. Erydia craves a revolution. And to end it all...to end the Culling and change the world, the liar---the boy with the golden tattoos and the artist's hands---must die. May the goddess be honored.