Courage

Chapter One: Bite

Disclaimer: I only own Cela (pronounced Say-leh), and any plot you are not familiar with.

It wasn't uncommon for the young female to be awoken in the night, by the sounds of her twin brother sneaking out. In fact, it happened almost every night. And she was getting sick of it. I get that you can't last longer than a few hours without your boyfriend, Stiles, but I am trying to get some rest here! She thought to herself, growling softly. Her brother wasn't the most graceful person she had ever met, and he certainly wasn't quiet about his sneaking out. The teenage female stepped out of her bed, and slowly went down the stairs, in search of her father. He would deal with her annoying brother! A groan left her lips when her eyes fell on the note on the kitchen counter.

Got called into work, will be home late. Set your alarms for school! Love, dad x

Typical, she thought. Then another thought crossed her mind, maybe Stiles knew what their father was doing. She rushed up the stairs, unplugging her phone from her charger and dialed her older twin's number. It rang twice before he answered.

"Hey, sis, what's up? Why are you ringing, I'm just next-"

"You are a terrible liar, Stiles. I heard you sneak out," she snapped into the phone. "What's happened, why was dad called out?"

"Damn it!" He cursed, hitting his hand on the steering wheel. "Two joggers found a body in the woods."

"What? And you think you and Scott can go find it yourself?" Her eyebrow raised as she paced the floor space of her bedroom. There had been a death.

"Oh, no. We're going to look for the other half- How did you know I was going to be with Scott?"

"Oh, please, Stiles. He's your partner in crime for everything," the blonde rolled her eyes.

Stiles scoffed, going to deny the fact, before remembering that it was true. "Okay, well-"

"Don't get caught, by anyone. Don't want to be the reason has an inquiry at work, do you?"

"Get some sleep, Cela," Stiles replied, hanging up on her and causing her to roll her eyes again.

Her fingers played with her pendant, as she set her phone down and stared out of her window. Cela Stilinski understood why her brother was always trying to help their father with his career, and the cases. Since the death of their mother, Stiles had become obsessed with everything to do with their dads career. Everyone else thought it was adorable, but she knew the real reason. He didn't want to see anyone else he cared about die.

Stiles had been caught by their father, as well as the entire force. Cela had woken up in the morning, and gone downstairs to get some breakfast of yogurt and berries when she heard her father drilling into Stiles about the risks he took last night. He knew the risks, but he had been determined. He wanted to help. Her eyes kept to her bowl, as she filled it with all of her favorite fruits. That's where her eyes remained as the men walked into the kitchen, the Sheriff resting his eyes on her.

"Did you know anything about last night?" he asked, an eyebrow raised.

"What? Dad, seriously? I told him to come home as soon as I knew, I promise," Cela stared at him.

"Cela's too much of a goody goody to sneak out, dad," Stiles laughed. That earned him a glare from his sister.

"Alright, well. You guys better hurry up," John nodded, grabbing his cup of coffee before going to his bedroom.

The twins finished their breakfasts, and got ready for the school day ahead. Cela dressed into a pair of skinny jeans, matched with a plain t-shirt and her usual leather jacket. Sliding on her converse, she heard Stiles shout as he passed for her to hurry up. Her eyes rolled as she quickly brushed through her hair before grabbing her bag and going downstairs. The teenagers shouted a 'see you later' over their shoulders to their father, before going to Stiles' jeep.

"You are so lucky he didn't take the keys away," Cela stated, fiddling with her phone as her brother drove.

"Yeah, I know," Stiles huffed, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Are we meeting Scotty at school?" Cela grinned, she had a soft spot for her brothers only friend. He was also like a brother to her.

"Uh, yeah. And we have business to discuss, without you."

"Oh, sure. It's so important, that you are doing it at school, instead of somewhere more private," the female rolled her eyes, slipping her phone back into her bag.

"Fine, you can stay and listen," Stiles groaned.

They pulled up at Beacon Hills High School, both jumping out and heading up to the front entrance. Cela noted that Scott's bike wasn't where he usually locked it up, and nudged Stiles. He nodded at her, and they waited around outside for their friend to turn up. The shaggy-haired teenager eventually turned up, where he had a confrontation with Jackson Whittemore. The twins joined their partner in crime, and they walked together to a bench.

"Okay, let's see this thing," Stiles said, holding onto his backpack. Scott rolled up the side of his shirt, showing off the bandage he had covering a wound, which Stiles went to touch.

"Woah!" Scott leaned out of his touch, adjusting his shirt back to normal.

"What is that?" Cela asked, looking up at the teenager.

"It was too dark to see much, but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf," Scott said, picking his bag up again from the bench.

"A wolf bit you?" Stiles asked, eyebrows raised. Scott nodded, looking at his best friend.

"You got bit?" Cela stared at him, shocked. "You don't have rabies, right?" That comment caused him to laugh.

"No, not a chance," Stiles replied.

"I heard a wolf howling," Scott stated as they walked towards the high school.

"No, you didn't."

Scott scoffed, "What do you mean, no I didn't? How do you know what I heard?"

"Because California doesn't have wolves, Scott. Not for like, sixty years," Cela told him.

"Really?" Scott asked, now unsure.

"Yes, really," Stiles exclaimed. "There are no wolves in California."

"Alright, well, if you don't believe me about the wolf, then you're definitely not going to believe me when I tell you I found the body."

Stiles got excited at that, and Cela had to excuse herself. She had lost interest in their conversation, and she knew her father would not be impressed that they were discussing an open case. The blonde entered the school, looking around for someone she knew. Unfortunately, the bell rang and she had to get to class, where she regrouped with her brothers. The three took their seats, all in close proximity of each other.

"As you all know, there was indeed a body found in the woods last night," the teacher started the lesson by saying, instantly causing Cela to drown out the rest of what he was saying. Instead, she took to doodling in her notepad, which was a bad habit she had picked up a long time ago. Her attention was caught once more, when the vice principal entered the classroom and introduced a new student; Allison.

The bell eventually rang, letting them leave the class. Cela grabbed together her things, before leaving the classroom to join her brother and their best friend at Scott's locker. She noticed they were all looking across the hall, and followed their gaze. Allison and Lydia. Her eyebrows raised at her brother, who she knew had a life-long crush on the strawberry blonde.

"She's been here, what? Five minutes?" Cela scoffed, turning her back to the two females across the hall. She ignored the conversation Stiles was having with a different female, eyes stuck on Scott, who didn't seem to be paying attention to anything. She snapped her fingers in front of his face, watching as he came back to them. "You okay?"

He nodded, "We should get to practice."

Stiles snapped his fingers, grinning at his best friend before they walked off to the male locker room. Cela rolled her eyes, making her way to the lacrosse field where she would cut across so she could take a shortcut home through the forest. The blonde quietly stepped across the ground, she knew it was risky going this way home, but she wasn't in the mood to wait for assholes to let her cross the road. Sometimes, it could add an extra half hour to her walk home. And considering she was the Sheriff's daughter, you'd think the citizens of Beacon Hills would show her some respect. Unfortunately, they didn't. Cela took a detour on her way home, wanting to go to the remains of one of her old friends houses. Another risky move, but she didn't care. She hadn't been in a while, and she did miss her friend. Finally, her eyes fell on the burnt structure of the Hale house. Oh, Cora, she thought to herself. You'd know what to do right now, with Scott. You always did know. A sigh left her lips as she walked up to house. On the day of the fire, Cora hadn't come to school that day. Cela didn't know the reason why, and it killed her every day to know that if her friend had just come to school, then maybe, just maybe, she would still be here today.

"What are you doing here?" A voice from behind startled her. She turned around, her eyes wide when she came across a leather clad male, with spiky jet-black hair and a strong jaw. "Well?"

"I'm sorry," Cela mumbled. "I-I... I came to pay respects to an old friend," she looked at the ground. "She passed away during the fire."

The male's eyes softened for a second, "Who was your friend?"

"Cora. Cora Hale," she replied, reaching up to brush away an escaping tear.

He nodded, looking around the woods. "You should go, this is private property."

"Oh- Did you buy the land?" Cela moved her eyes to him once more. He stiffened, something the teen noticed, before he nodded. "What do you plan on doing with it?" She was curious.

"No plans yet. But like I said, you should be going now. Wouldn't want the sheriff to worry about his daughter."

The blonde teen nodded, walking past the male and in the direction of home. It wasn't till she was in her bedroom, collecting her homework from her bag that she noticed what he said. The sheriff to worry about his daughter.