Dante POV
"What?!"
"Dante? Dante?" Nathan kept calling my name as I smiled with the ideas in my mind.
I finally faced him and raised my eyebrows in question.
"What do you want to do?" He asked and I went back to sit on the bench next to him.
"You said that Rogues will keep on causing trouble, but what if we can prevent them from stepping foot any where near our borders, or even letting them do it, then they die," I said and Nathan shook his head, looking confused.
"What do you mean, we have guards stationed at the borders, but they still do it anyway," Nathan said and I nodded.
"Well yes, that hasn't stopped them from causing trouble, but what if there's a supernatural way to kill trespassers on the spot," I stated.
"You're talking about Magic Dante, we're Werewol
