Not a him (Editing)

Chapter 29

"Turn it the movie up, I can't hear over you bullshit," I snapped at Nash.

He's trying to tell me Paul Walker has a twin brother and he play his role on furious 7. And I call bullshit.

"I'm not lying I looked it up."

"I can smell that bullshit from here. It's just radiating," I said while he rolled his eyes.

"Don't believe then, but I know what I'm talking," he huffed.

"Shut up!"

He rolled his and continued to watch the movie.

We were at the part where they were driving through the building and where just about to jump out the second building.

It kind of made me pissed that they were ruining a beautiful car. And to top it off there where only 7 in the world...well now there was only 6. But not in the real world.

I was so infatuated with the movie I didn't even see the docter until the movie was paused and Dr. Mosby started talking. Kind of pissed me off.

"Well we found out what was in the bullet, and some information about your health."

He looked at both of us, the dark chocolate skin on his forehead wrinkling to form frown lines that had developed over time.

"The bullet was laced with wolf bane, silver, and venom."

"What kind of venom," Nash asked a little to concerned.

"Why found traces of vampire, werewolf, and prueblood," he said looking at a sheet of paper.

"Pureblood?"

"Also known as pureling," he confirmed.

So were also called purebloods. Sounds a lot better then purling.

"But she is a pureblood, how is it effecting her."

"I'm guessing the prueblood and the werewolf and vampire was already a very deadly combination, then adding more to the equation made it worse."

I just looked at him with shock. Can normal supernatural blood and pureblood make such a big effect? It seemed so unreal to be real.

"What about my health," I asked wanting to move on from the subject.

"Well it seems your immune system is working at a high pace and clearing out any dangers in your body. Including your depression."

"What! How is that possible I thought there wasn't a way to get ride of depression. Its a mental illness, right?"

"Your body seems to have taken it as a threat and has started to fight it. Its like your body is resetting."

"What do you mean resetting," Nash asked confused.

"Everything that has changed or marked her body after her shift is disappearing. As if it was never there," he explained to both of use.

"So what does that mean," I asked unsure of what was happening.

"That means, your power has increased an unimaginably amount. That bullet didn't harm you, but increased you power."

I stayed silent as I felt a sharp ping in my should. I let out a sharp hiss in pain while holding my shoulder. That's when it hit me.

"Wait does that mean my mark..." I trailed on knowing he caught my drift.

"Sadly, yes. And since your mark is gone," he pointed to me," so is his," he said lastly, pointing at Nash