Hi :)! And so FINALLY concludes Rise Above the Ashes :D! Thank you SOOO much to everyone who loved and reviewed and supported this story wholeheartedly; being relatively new to the FanFiction community and even making my ideas and head canons public, it truly means the world to me that people actually do see merit in this story!

This bonus chapter doesn't really add to the previous plot, but it uses the events from this past story to formulate the major discovery that Stiles and Scott are about to make ;). This is basically another idea that I've been toying with lately, something that I think would be really cool to implement in the series, especially with Stiles being the human being that's actually part of a supernatural pack. Also, I truly do love the friendship between Scott and Stiles, and it's honestly my favorite relationship on the show, so I liked writing this as a sweet brotherly scene between the two.

Let me know if you would want to see this continue as another story; if I do decide to write it, it would be a Scotlinski centered fic (Yes, that is my ship name for them and I'm not changing it one bit :) ), but I'll try to include the rest of the pack in there (including Liam, cause I didn't realize till 2/3 into this story that he doesn't exist in it; my excuse is that he wasn't ready to fight these battles yet :P.). Also it would follow my idea on the villainous doctors and the whole "supernatural vs. magic vs. science" thing, so there's that. Anyway, hope you enjoy this final installment! Thank you so much again for your great and wonderful support :)!

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or anything officially associated with it. What I do own is this story that I've invested so much time and work into, and I am darn proud of it :)

Chapter BONUS :)!

Stiles tossed and turned in his bed. He thought that after all the exhausting events of the past few weeks, he'd immediately pass out. But he was kept constantly awake by nightmares of Peter gaining mutated magical powers and ripping people's hearts out and of evil doctors operating on him and sticking all sorts of toxic objects inside him. Malia wasn't there with him; after their latest encounter with her dad it was understandable that she needed to be alone for a while. Besides, she wouldn't have been able to help him. He scuffled around restless, needing something very specific to comfort him, but what?

Suddenly he heard tapping on his window. His first instinct was that Malia made a surprising recovery and came back, but that didn't sound right. Alarmed, he wondered if some dark spirit had finally come to attack him. Grudgingly he rolled over, but once his eyes focused, his body relaxed a bit. It wasn't a dark spirit at all; it was just his best friend.

At his nod, Scott opened the window and climbed into Stiles's room. "Can't sleep either?" he inquired, though he already knew the answer.

Stiles shook his head and tried to ignore the weird feeling of his heart warming up at the sight of his best friend. "I'm so on edge. Things aren't boring anymore, sure, but I've forgotten how stressful it is to be so terrified all the time. And it's worse now because we're responsible for more people." His mind immediately went to Jordan Parrish, the newest addition to the McCall pack.

"I know, me too." Scott scratched his head, suddenly becoming awkward. "As weird as it sounds, I couldn't even try to go to sleep. But not like insomnia or being scared or anything, but like I was missing something. I- I dunno. And I had this weird feeling that you weren't ok either, so I thought I'd come over, see how you are, just talk or, whatever."

Stiles winced empathetically; usually he was the one to ramble, not Scott. "You're right," he stated simply, "I'm not ok."

Scott lightly chuckled in spite of himself. "Neither am I," he admitted. The two boys sighed, wondering how much strength they would need for the oncoming war and why in the world they were worrying about it now. "May I?" asked Scott, pointing to Stiles's bed. Stiles scooted over to the right side in response, and Scott smiled softly as he crawled under the covers beside his best friend. Neither boy admitted it out loud, but the truth of the matter was that neither boy wanted to be alone that night. And somehow, lying there side by side lifted all anxiety off of both of them. Tiredness finally consumed Scott, and Stiles was no longer plagued by fear. He was slightly confused, but didn't question it. He turned his head to look at his best friend, who was already fast asleep. Scott, who had always believed in him, who even when he gained supernatural powers refused to leave his best friend behind. Scott was loyal and kind and the best friend he could have ever asked for. And all of a sudden he knew that they would have the strength to fight this war. The numbers of the pack may have increased over the years, but he and Scott were their own pack from day one; they could rely on each other to face any challenge thrown their way. They were each other's phoenixes. And with that wonderful thought, Stiles smiled and sunk back into his pillow, finally drifting into a peaceful sleep.

Oddly enough, Stiles woke up early that morning, around 5:45 a.m., despite his late bed time. He tried to go back to sleep, but he was completely awake, his body strangely fully rested. So he gave up, and after a quick glance at a Scott still sound asleep, he smiled to himself and rolled out of bed, shuffling contentedly to the bathroom. He felt a little different today for some reason, but he pushed the thought to the back of his mind. He grabbed his toothbrush, lathered it with toothpaste, and started brushing his teeth. Humming contentedly, he looked up at the mirror and stopped. He peered more closely at his reflection, and his eyes widened. Spitting out his mouthful of toothpaste foam, he shook his head violently, thinking he was just seeing things, that it had to be some sort of hallucination, that maybe it was just the effects of the nightmares. But when he looked back up, nothing had changed. Stiles stared at himself incredulously; how was this even remotely possible? He hadn't even come in contact with any other creature besides Parrish, and surely he couldn't be the cause of this. Unless Scott somehow bizarrely attacked him in the middle of the night; but surely he would have known, would have felt something if that happened. And even then, why were they suddenly this color?

"Morning, Stiles," Scott mumbled cheerfully, walking into the bathroom and grabbing the toothbrush that always sat in the toothbrush holder for whenever the teen wolf spontaneously slept over. Stiles immediately shut his eyes. "You know what's weird? I got so little sleep last night, but it was the best sleep I've ever gotten! I don't even know how long it's been since I slept that well. Hey, you ok? What's wrong?" He noticed Stiles's pained expression.

Stiles turned around to face his best friend. Maybe when he opened his eyes, they'd return to normal, and he'd just decide that he was imagining things. But when he did open them, Scott gasped, and he knew that was not the case.

And Scott's eyes morphed into a brilliant luminescent red to match his brother's.