Over his bandaged and bloodied form in his St. Mungo's hospital bed, his future father-in-law made it quite clear that no daughter of his was going to have a werewolf for a husband. Fenrir didn't understand how the wizard could sneer down at him like he did. Only days earlier he'd called him "son" and told him how pleased he and his wife were to have him join their family. How could a single bite that he didn't even ask for change him into a being lower than mud on the bottom of his shoes? Wasn't he still the same man he had been when life was full of hope for the future?