"How?"
Lucan shakes his head, sighing. "Because the weak ones won't last in Duskwind anyway. They'll die off naturally, with or without a labyrinth. But the strong ones?" He gestures toward the looming tower and then toward the shadowed stage wings where the labyrinth's entrance supposedly awaits. "The strong ones could survive. The strong ones could rise. And maybe… maybe the school thinks there are too many of us. Too many strong wolves mean instability. Power struggles. So they trim us down. Also, since there's an overflowing number of Moon Blessed, the strong ones will only grow. Too many strong Moon Blessed are a threat to the existing hierarchy. So they reduce them here, before they can tip the balance."
