He had woken up from a nap at 4pm playing his wife's ring again. This had happened often enough the past few days that he was sure something was up. So he decided to do the one thing that he knew was a bad idea.

Finding the local Pure.

The area around his apartment was clean, as it should be. That park was theirs so it was clean. And the turf that Nick and Dana had described was clean as well. So where would they be. He sat at the table in his apartment looking over a map. Drawing the known Forsaken territory lines on it. After some time pondering he noticed that the Forsaken packs held territory mostly on the south-east side of the river. The area north and west of it was completely open. Which meant one thing. That's where the Pure were.

Locking his apartment as he left he thought about calling the others then decided against it. It would do no good having more people involved and if he were to get caught then it would only be him getting tortured. He grinned at the thought, let those bastards try. They have already taken what they can from me.

He got to the closest bridge and was half way across it before he realized just how dumb this was. He had no idea about the local Pure strength or any idea which ones roamed here. Stopping half way down the bridge he looks at the other side. Glaring down the other side of the river and making a few people around him nervous. He turns and walks back into Forsaken ground. Their time will come, that he would make sure. But first he needed to learn more and probably get a weapon of sorts.