Let Me Lay Waste to Thee

The town of Beacon Hills generally avoids the old Hale Manor. It’s surrounded by a forest of tall trees, winds that can’t possibly be anything but supernatural, and a foreboding sense of doom. The townspeople like to tell their children stories about it, like to tell them that if they listen closely enough, they can hear the beast howling in the night, looking for prey.Stiles would like to inform them, however, that he’s probably just howling because Finstock decided that spicy soup was the way to go and spicy for Finstock is “ow-you-fucking-teapot-are-you-trying-to-kill-me?!” for normal people (or normal beasts– semantics, semantics).