_Dorian’s POV_
The forest was silent as we drove toward the seer’s cabin, the tires crunching over dirt and gravel. The invitation card sat between Marcus and me on the dashboard, mocking me with its golden elegance. My hands clenched into fists at the thought of Aaron's taunting message.
Lyla was mine. She had always been mine.
But now, she didn’t even remember me.
My jaw tightened as I replayed the way she had looked at me—vacant, detached, as if I had never been part of her life. It was impossible. No matter how much time had passed, no matter what had happened, she would never forget me since I was her true mate. Something had been done to her. And I needed answers.
The car came to a slow stop in front of the seer’s cabin. It was an old wooden structure, hidden deep within the woo
