[ There's a hint of a smirk on Stiles' face as he looks forward again. The Hale house is eventually in view, a skeleton of what it once was - and seriously, does Derek live here, or just hang out here all the time for kicks - and Stiles wrinkles his nose at the scent of old, wet burned wood, and hunters.
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Was Mr. Argent or Allison here?