Finley
I stepped out of the corridor, leaving the door close behind me with a soft thud. The cool night air hit my face, and I welcomed it, hoping it could clear my head. The tension inside had been unbearable—Tyra’s pointed words, Phoebe’s silence, and the undeniable shift that came the moment the truth surfaced.
Phoebe, my mate.
Shoving my hands deep into my pockets, I walked toward the dorms. My boots crunched against the gravel, each step punctuating the chaos in my mind. I couldn’t think of her as Phoenix anymore. She’d always been Phoebe, hadn’t she? Even when she was pretending to be her brother, the signs were there—the stubbornness, the fire in her eyes. I wasn’t blind.
But now that Tyra had practically laid it all bare, there was no ignoring it. No pretending I didn’t know. A
