CaffeineCollie and I decided were-Ash and Lupe need to be drawn together at some point. Yas then went and wrote a lovely short story (see below) and commissioned a scene from that.

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SECRETS SPILLED- by CaffeineCollie


“Listen, I just can’t make it tonight, okay?” Ash was starting to sound more than a little pissed off.
“But you said we were going out tonight.” Lupin whined into the phone, hoping to convince Ash to change her mind.
“Lupin, find something else to do. I’m sorry but something came up.”
“There’s nothing else to do though.”
“I’m sure you’ll think of something. Just go back to sleep, you just woke up right?”
“Well, yeah, but..”
“We can hang out tomorrow.”
“I’m working.”
“I’ll come by then, I just can’t do tonight.”
“But why?”
“I’ll explain later, just. Find something to do, don’t get in too much trouble. I have to go.”
“Fine, but I was excited.”
“Goodbye Lupin.” She groaned.
“Fine, bye, christ.” The phone beeped as Ash hung up on the other end. He set the phone down and reached for his cigarettes, shaking the package to see if there were any left. He threw the empty pack toward the trash can and stood to check his jacket pocket. “Fuck.”
He sighed and grabbed his keys, ran out the door and down the flight of stairs to the street and walked to the corner store. The door chimed as he stepped in, the disinterested cashier barely looking up from her phone as he approached.
“Smokes?” She asked.
“Red box.” He pointed toward the box, then set exact change on the counter.
“Thirteen twelve.” She reached over her shoulder and grabbed the pack, setting it on the counter before pulling the bills and coins to the edge and scooping them into her hand. “You’re set, need a receipt?”
“Nah.” He waved dismissively, grabbing the pack and turning to leave. He pulled at the tab on the foil and set the waste plastic on top of the over-full trash can outside the shop. He shook a cigarette into his fingers and brought it to his mouth, then patted his pockets for his lighter, shaking his head when he didn’t find it. “What the fuck is Ash up to. She usually doesn’t flake like that.”
He fumbled with his keys as he climbed the stairs, unlocking his apartment when he reached the door. He flicked open his lighter and lit the cigarette, taking a deep drag while he tried to figure out what to do with himself. “I could just go to her house, see what she’s doing.” He looked down at himself. “Probably should shower first.” He paced around the kitchen while he finished his cigarette before taking a quick shower and getting dressed. A couple calls to Ash went unanswered and the last one went to voicemail almost immediately. “That settles it.”
The engine took a couple tries to turn over, but the V6 roared to life. He let out a relieved sigh and shifted the car into drive, then pulled into the alley. He wondered for a moment why he couldn’t see anything and realized he hadn’t turned the lights on. The full moon reflected in the puddles on the street, lending an eerie glow to the evening. He dialed Ash’s number again, letting it ring for a few seconds before hanging up and trying again seconds later. “The hell Ash, pick up.”
He turned onto Ash’s street and tried to remember which of the nearly identical houses was hers until he saw her car in one of the driveways. He parked across the street and called her a few more times before getting out. He paused at the front door and thought about knocking, but instead called Ash again. He heard the phone ringing on the other side of the door, followed by a crash and glass breaking. “Ash?” He leaned against the door, talking softly, unsure what to do. He looked up and down the quiet street, then walked around the back of the house.
“What is she doing in there?” He didn’t see any signs that anyone had broken in as he reached the back door. “Maybe she’s rearranging.” He hesitated, looking at the doorknob, trying to decide what to do before dropping his cigarette and stamping it out. ”Fuck it.” He elbowed the window on the back door and reached a hand in, turning the knob from the inside. He looked around for the lightswitch. “Hey Ash? You okay in here? Why are all your lights off?” He found the switch and flipped it. “Ash? Ash!” He saw a broken lamp on the floor when he walked into the living room. “Um. Ash?” His voice cracked as the worry flooded in. A floorboard creaked and his head whipped around, but he saw nothing. “Ash?”
He swallowed roughly, trying to steel himself. “I just wanted ta make sure you were okay. I-I’ll just leave now.” He backed into the kitchen and jumped when the back door slammed. He turned to look, and froze against the doorframe, not sure what he was looking at.
He tried to speak but nothing would come out, he couldn’t talk, he couldn’t scream. Am I still high? He blinked, even though everything in his body told him not to.
He didn’t think he could get any more tense, but a low growl across the room proved otherwise. A whimper escaped his throat, causing the creature to tilt its head. He tried to take it in, still too terrified to move; it moved instead, creeping closer until its nose was to his face. He crumpled to the floor, his arms covering his head.
The creature exhaled sharply and stepped away. A chair scraped against the tile and creaked a moment later. Lupin opened an eye and peeked out through his arms. It was just sitting at the table, like a person. He took a longer look. It was vaguely person shaped. His fear was replaced by confusion and his eyes landed near its chest. A necklace. I know that necklace. “I know that necklace.” The creature looked at him, its glowing eyes boring into his. “A-Ashley?”
She grunted and nodded, her ears pinning back in shame.
“But.” He slowly got to his feet.
She shrugged.
“Am I still high?”
Ash rolled her eyes at him, gesturing for him to sit across from her.
“I’m still high.”
She growled, throwing her head back impatiently.
“I’m coming, I’m coming.” He pulled the chair out cautiously, sitting a moment later. An awkward pause fell over the pair. “So..?”

The next morning Lupin sat at the kitchen table rubbing his temples. A cup of coffee appeared in front of him with a light clatter.
“Here.” Ash was wearing a bathrobe and could tell Lupin was a little put off by it.
“Thanks.” He wouldn’t look near her, instead just staring into his cup.
“Why are you like this?” She let out an exasperated sigh.
“Like what?”
“Hopeless.”
“I’m trying an alternative coping method.”
“Uh huh.” She rolled her eyes again. Another pause falling over the room.
“So uh,” he finally looked up at her, “what..uh?”
“What am I?”
He replied with a nod.
“Guess.” She smirked and took a sip of her coffee.
“Uh.” He looked back into his own cup.
“You know the answer.”
“But werewolves aren’t real.”
“I’m here. I’m real.”

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Moral of the story is dont be fucking annoying.

Ash/ story belong to  CaffeineCollie
Lupe is mine