Chapter 7

In New York's shadowhunter headquarters, tied to a chair, not on a warm bed this time, Ian woke up in pain. The shadowhunters in this department aren't even smiling to him.

They have been asking countless questions about his background and sorts.

Just as he woke up a shadowhunter untied him and said "follow me".

Doing as he was asked, ian followed the man to a room. This room looked like a research lab and testing area.

"Since nothing of your background proves supernatural, we have resorted to testing you to know what kind you are" the man named stiles said.

He proceeded to bring out something like an orb and continued "now this testing orb is what will determine what kind you are be it demon blooded or angel blooded, the latter being unlikely since shadowhunter traits can only be transferred from parent to offspring. So he handed over the orb to Ian along with a knife. So Ian made a slight cut on his thumb and dripped a drop of blood on the testing orb.

The next thing that followed shocked stiles as he exclaimed "impossible!!".