Both adult Asfaws stood in contrite silence while this slew of pressing developments was forced on them all. As if by telepathic unanimity neither of them possessed, both husband and wife remained calmly unaffected until it had all clearly come down to just them.
Suddenly, Ash whirled around and grabbed her husband by his neckline. Standing on tiptoe, she just managed to press trembling lips to his. She kissed him for a long moment, her hammering heart seeming to echo loudly from her chest to his.
"I love you, okay?" she whispered hoarsely into his ear just before she shrank back down. She was prepared to let him pull her in for a reassuring embrace until a shop bordering the bank began to crumble, as though effortlessly picked apart by an invisible set of fingers.
With a shake intake of air, Ash forcefully shoved him away and strode off for Wolfram's car, catching Bleddyn's arm as she went.
"Ew, you guys," she complained disgustedly as she was herded into Wolfram's loitering van, but even her words were noticeably subdued by the sudden panic.
Still stung by his Ash's well-meaning push, Connor somberly watched his family cram themselves in with hollow eyes, then heaved a sigh that triggered an inexorable ripple effect of shifting.
Once completely transformed, he bounded up to the van and put his nose to the glass that dared separate his wife from him. Bleddyn, squished against her mother on the overcrowded seat, opened her mouth to comment on her mother's noticeable trembling, but took another look at her father's expression and turned away in shame.
"I love you, too," Connor mouthed in mournful canine silence. It was an effort for him to turn away; and when he finally did, it felt as if he'd left a large, vital part of himself attached to Ash's glistening eyes.
He trotted over to the two other wolves with a stiff and slack tail, yet his head was held high. However much he was aware of the mortality of the trailing shifters, he would face this with unwavering resolve.