Bit of an a/n: I'm not saying that I've left the Naruto fandom, but I am saying that I don't see an update for Parasite within the new future.

Important!

I have not read any of the Twilight books or seen any other movie but the first one. I would tell you why, but I don't think you much care about that. However, I have tried to stay as true to the cannon's relationships as possible. You can call this a post-Breaking Dawn minus the mutant baby. That didn't happen.

Expect heavy slash...just not anytime soon. I'll be making this as realistic as a werewolf-vamp pairing deserves.

Without further ado, I bring you The Deepest Truth.

The Deepest Truth: Chapter 1

Jacob Black was an Alpha of five years.

He watched with lazy eyes as his pack mates played on the forest floor. Jacob was perched high in one of higher oak trees in the compound. His compound. His lips curled in a smile at that. The pack was phased below their coats glazed with the remnants of another heavy rain.

They'd grown by leaps and bounds. His original four had expanded to twenty-six and now ranged from elders who had immigrated from the southern tribes to infants born of fresh imprints. And they were all his. His pack mates, held together by a bond thicker than blood. They were his family, his sisters, his brothers, his sons, his daughters. They had flourished under his care ad he would die a hundred times for each and every one of them.

'Jake! C'mon man you've been up there forever!'

Quil, his long time friend, and his rock after his heart had been ripped out of his chest and shattered.

'Yeah grandpa, you've been up there long enough.'

Leah, his Beta. The fastest member of their pack with the sharpest tongue.

'Jake, are you alright?'

Seth, no longer the youngest of their pack, but still the sweetest. He was one of the main caretakers of all the newly turned, teaching them the ways of pack life, hunting, phasing, and hierarchy.

Jacob closed his eyes and shut the mental gateway. He could hear the confused and concerned grunts of his pack below. He grit his teeth and released what he hoped would be a placating growl. He was the Alpha, and he was just fine where he was.

Slowly he could hear the play start back up again, but it seemed more hollow than before. His pack was worried, and it was his fault. Jacob leaped off the tree and phased, his paws tearing into the mossy dirt. And in a few breaths, he was miles away from the compound.

And already he could feel it. It was a dragging feeling, a rejection. His wolf was rejecting him. A wounded howl escaped Jacob as he fought to keep the spirit of his wolf, but the tighter he gripped, the more it slipped away, until he found himself naked and human on the forest floor.

"Damn it!" He pounded the ground and panted. The night was still around him, with nothing but cricket chirping and hooting owls. He growled lowly and lashed out, punching a crater through a tree. But it wasn't enough. Blow by blow he leveled the clearing, but it felt like the rage was a sea and he was drowning in it, punching one wave only to be smothered by another.

A branch snapped. And Jacob tensed, almost salivating at the thought of a fight. The scent reached him first, and then the head of Billy Black emerged from the foliage. His dark visage, turned to one of shock then morphed into one of pity.

Useless anger flared within Jacob. "What are you doing here?"

Billy didn't answer immediately, but instead looked around them and with a sorry shake of his head said, "you still haven't accepted it."

Pain pricked behind Jacob's lids. "Fuck dad..."

In nearly an instant, Billy Black was beside his son, supporting him upward as burning tears soaked the front of his shirt. A pained moan bubbled at Jacob's throat and Billy's heart broke for his son. His son, the Alpha. His son, the second head of the Quileute tribe. And his son, Fate's whipping boy.

"Have you talked to-"

"Don't say his name!" His voice ragged.

"Son." Billy's voice was firm. "It's been five years...you can't keep ignoring this."

Jacob grunted.

"When was the last time you saw him?"

Quiet, then. "The funeral."

Billy's grip tightened. Charlie Swan's funeral was eight months ago.

"Jacob you can't-"

"I know!" Jacob snarled pushing away from his father. He stalked across the splintered clearing.

"Well if you know," Billy said getting to his feet. "Why haven't you?"

"Because it hurts." The words were whispered and were carried away by the wind. Jacob turned around and was faced with the haggard look of concern on his father. Concern for him. Guilt burned through him. Louder he answered:

"I can't." Jacob put up a hand before Billy could interrupt.

"Ever since's Em's death at the hands of some new-born, Sam is practically out for the blood of every vampire in existence..."

Billy's mouth twisted at that. The Council was at a split decision of what to do with Sam. Everyone knew that the death of the imprinted would render any wolf incapable of leadership, but Sam held influence. And with Emily being the mother of that pack, her death had enraged every member of the Uley pack to the point that they were ready to plan a full-scale invasion. It was only through the combined efforts of Jacob's sizable pack and the Council that the treaty was upheld.

"...and even if Sam miraculously changes his mind, there's still the small fact that He. Is. Married. Has been for five years." Jacob's voice was tired. He'd been having the same conversation with himself for the last four and a half years.

The forest was still for a few moments before Billy made a decision. He knew that it was close to treason, he knew that many lives, and many families would break, but he also knew that he would let the world burn before he'd let his son wither away.

"Jacob Black." He put a hand on his son's shoulder. It shook beneath him.

"I may have never imprinted, but I have been in love." Jacob stilled completely. His father never talked about his mother. He saw his dad's eyes glittered with strong memory.

"It feels as though you're entire world makes sense. The deepest part of you is tethered with another and you feel more grounded to life then you've ever been. You're sight is both clear and wonderfully hazy with both the best parts of sunshine and moonlight. And you feel everything." Billy searched out his son's eyes with intent and saw the love that smoldered within him as clear as crystal. He smiled.

"Love is life's best gift. And wolves have been given the chance to experience it most clearly. I know it isn't convenient, I know that it will be difficult. But son, when I first looked into your mother's eyes I knew first that I was empty, then I knew that she would be the one to complete me."

Jacob sunk to his knees as the feelings that swirled within him constantly were laid bare before him. He felt empty like skins of game left from the hunts. But at the same time he felt ferocious love, a passion that surpassed all thoughts, all reason, and it ached unexpressed within him.

"Damn it," Jacob whispered, hot tears pooled again. His blood was calling him, pleading that he go into Forks and claim what was rightfully his and destroy everything that was in his way. But it was hopeless: His love was already in love. A wave of despair crushed into him like a tide. And a pained whine sounded deep in his throat.

Suddenly he felt calloused fingers tilting his face upwards.

Billy brought his son's red-rimmed eyes to his own. "You cannot afford to give up Jacob. Your pack need's it's Alpha. The Quileute needs it's chief. And, though he doesn't know it, your mate needs his match."

Jacob gasped as the spirit of his wolf rallied within him at the words. His father laughed.

"Your wolf agrees I'm sure. You see Jacob, denying your love is denying the biggest truth of yourself. Your wolf rejects you because you reject it." Billy's tone dipped seriously."Do not keep rejecting it Jacob, or you'll loose it forever."

Jacob's palm rose to his heart as the truth of that statement rang grave in his mind. If he didn't do something soon, he'd loose his wolf. And that was worse than death.

"What do I do then?" He felt weak, but somewhat cleared. And slowly, he felt the smallest tendrils of his wolf coming back to him. Billy smiled again, clapped his back, and raised his son to his feet.

"You follow your heart." Pride dripped from Billy's voice. "What many don't realize, is that Imprinting does not only affect the wolf, but the imprinted as well. Imprinting is nature's way of correcting the balance, and she's chosen you to do it."

Jacob wanted to be confused, wanted to pretend as though he didn't believe what he heard. But deep down he knew, the path of direction was clear. Jacob nodded slowly and walked, disappearing into the foliage.

"It will be hard." Billy murmured aloud and turned back the way he came. "But that's our son, headstrong, stubborn, and brave."