Bella POV
“Welcome home Bella. You look so much like your mother,” One blonde-haired woman says, cupping my cheek. I sense nothing but sincerity from her, so I return her genuine smile. “I am happy to be home. Thank you for your compliment.” I say, and she smiles and bows her head. “Do not bow to her. How do we know this isn’t a facade? How do we know she is who she says she is?” The same man that spoke earlier said.
“You will address my granddaughter correctly, Pierre. And you will bow to show your respect,” my grandfather says in a growl. “I am only looking out for the well-being of the pack, my King. We do not know this child. She could be a witch in disguise.” “I take it you are not a Benoit then. If you were, you would be able to sense my abilities,” I say, and he growls at me. The
