Jacob

Jacob looked like a proper Viking god.

He wore his pale blonde hair longer on the top, shorter on the sides. His tanned face bore a short furry beard and mustache that was blonde down the middle with a red hue to the sides. He had huge chest and arms muscles that stretched the fabric of his shirt. Being a talented fighter, he was beginning to collect the wolf tattoos of the pack warriors and had several covering his arms and chest.

Jacob was exceedingly proud of his heritage and his parents. Although born to a witch, he didn’t appear to have any ability and wasn’t aprticularly concerned about it. Perhaps, if he lived among the witches it would be necessary, but not here in the mountains of Virginia. Here he had all the skills he needed to survive and thrive.

He had yet to find his mate, but he wasn’t worried about it. It’s a long life and there was time. Although, he’d like to have a marriage like his parents someday. They were happy and obviously very much in love. But, for now, he was content to train and learn from his father. He was young and had no problem getting a woman to spend time with when he felt like it. He didn't like to mess around with girls from the pack though, opting for humans and witches. He respected his pack and would lead them someday. He wanted the pack members to think of him as someone who could be trusted to protect them. Someone they could rely on.

Jacob couldn't see himself leading as his father did. Although Logan had secured a lasting peace through his extreme tactics, it had come with much blood and suffering. Jacob coudn't imagine a situation where he would be able to do such terrible things. He had heard the stories about the days when his father took over as Alpha. How he had enlisted the help of witches to hunt down old enemies and the hunters responsible for his uncles death.

Jacob was nearly polar opposite of his father, like his Uncle Jacob. He enjoyed his life, was friendly and well liked. The women loved him. He was kind and gentlemanly. Even though he never had a serious girlfriend, he treated all his conquests with respect. Never spoke an ill word of them. That was something he did owe to his father. His father was obsessively, hopelessly in love with his mother. It was a good example to him. Pack members were barely allowed to look at Tessa and God help the fool who may speak badly of her. He understood that sense of fierce protectiveness for the people he loved, the things that are his.

Despite their differences, he never doubted his fathers love for him for a second. Though things were different now since Jacob became a warrior, he fondly remembered the days of childhood and how his father spoiled him. Loved him. He also knew without a doubt, that if ever he would be called to battle, his father would be at his side.

Logan had been one of the Pack's most famous warriors before he became Alpha. He wore the battle scars and ink to prove it. There wasn't a wolf still alive that didn't have a war story to tell about the Great Alpha Logan.

Jacob also adored his brother and sister. He was nearly ten years older than his next sibling and more of a father figure. He often spent the night at his parents home after the birth of Marissa. Jacob would sit up with her at night so that his parents could sleep. He loved to watch the baby sleep and curl her hand around his finger. He would also walk his younger brother to and from school whenever he could. Jacob knew what it meant to have people watching and looking up to you. He tried to be a good role model to the younger wolves. Tessa knew her son would be a great husband and father someday, Just like Logan had been.

He was a protective brother and son who watched over them closely, as his father had taught him.

No one held Jacob’s love as his mother did. He was definitely a mother’s boy. When he was little, he made her drawings and gifts nearly everyday to show his admiration. She was the perfect mother in every way, as he hoped his own mate would be someday. His mother made dinner, washed the cloths, cleaned the home, took care of her children and loved her husband. She was his ideal woman. But, he had heard stories about his mother from the time before she mated his father. Things he could not believe. It barely sounded at all like the woman he knew.

During the battle, she had killed many hunters and rogues, then saved many lives in the infirmary. He couldn't imagine his kind and loving mother harming a soul . He imagined it was because of her family being endangered. Under those circumstances, even the most peaceful creature can become a rabid, wild animal.

Jacob's mother was a witch. A superntural. Not the human born kind that uses a wand like you see on television. She was descended from an ancient line of witches, one of the first known. When she was a little girl of twelve, she was nearly assasinated by a member of the Order. She lost most of her family except her twin. An immortal took them in and raised them. He taught her dark magic that had long ago been forbidden. Apparently, he also taught her how to fight given the stories Jacob heard.

Jacob knew she was not a witch to be messed with, although he had never seen that side. The mother he knew baked cookies, kissed bruises and threw birthday parties.

His mother had been mated to his father and his uncle, something common among Lycans and other supernatural twins.

Tessa came to the town because her twin brother was marrying Logan's sister, Stella. She hadn't expected to meet her mates that night. They all lived together in one home and shared Tessa. He always wondered how that had worked, since his father was so jealous of her and barely let her out of his sight.

He didn't seem like a man who would share what was his, especially not Tessa.

Jacob also couldn't imagine a situation where Tessa would agree to that arrangement. She loved Logan, couldn't keep her hands off of him. He couldn't see her ever being like that with another man. But the Fates are really crazy sometimes. A lot of stuff happens that is just unbelievable.

Tessa's other husband was shot and killed by a hunter during the Battle. Jacob knew his parents missed and loved his uncle. They barely spoke of him but when they did, it was through tears of heartbreak.They had both shared a bond with him and only the other knew their pain.

That's why they named Jacob after his uncle. In honor of the love and bond that they both lost.