She wished she could offer him some sort of hope that that wasn't the truth, but she couldn't. If Rodolphus was really the one behind the power that was overtaking the remnants of the regime, then the werewolves in Fenrir's pack were absolutely in danger. How many times had she listened to Rodolphus talk about how inferior and disgusting werewolves were to wizarding kind? He thought they were nothing more than animals that should be erased from existence simply because they had the misfortune of once being bit by a cursed creature. She'd learned early on to keep her own thoughts to herself when he would start in on one of his rants about removing filth from their world.