show you what all that howl is for. [kit]

got a curse we cannot lift,
shines when the sunset shifts.
there's a cure comes with a kiss.
the bite that binds, the gift that gives.

It was true, what they said. Having a child was one of the greatest gifts one could ever possibly experience. The amount of love Amara felt for her little boy Liam was unmeasurable. He was the most important being to her and the center of her universe. The twenty-three year old witch had come a long way since giving birth at the age of seventeen. She had to sacrifice a good portion of her youth while her peers were out partying because she was raising a baby. She still couldn't wrap her mind around the fact that Liam would be turning six soon! Up until she was nineteen, she was a hardworking waitress in a little pub in Diagon Alley. She was "discovered" that year and her career hasn't stopped accelerating. Her image could be found on every high fashion witch and muggle magazine, billboards, music videos, the works.

Today was the day just before the full moon. Amara Cast had been corresponding with Kit via owl mail in order to meet up at his business practice. Through the letters, she did not get into detail about what exactly she needed. All she knew was that he was an expert in magical beast healing, so he may have answers for her. She had been recommended his expertise through a friend, although she had seen him at rallies before. Amara usually watched these events from afar, afraid of drawing too much attention to herself. She admired the cause he fought for, not aware she was half magical creature herself.

Barefoot, the witch stood at a dainty foot feet and eleven inches, just an inch away from five feet. However, she usually compensated, like she did today, with a pair of black boots with a rather clunky and tall heel. Her grace was almost alien, it was too perfect and fluid. In her right hand, she held her son's small left fist. He was not as short in stature as she was for his age, although he did inherit her almost fairy-like features and dark freckled cheeks. Amara knocked three times on the door of the address she was given. She stood there patiently, unmoving like a statue. Liam was fidgeting anxiously, his right hand pulling on her wrist. He was trying (and failing) to release himself from her grip. How badly he wanted to run away, across the street, out of the city, into the woods...

It had been a busy Tuesday morning to say the very least. Between the rather nasty goblin who had come in for a follow up and a half giant woman who incessantly hit on him, Kit had his hands full from the moment he stepped into his office. The Healer couldn't complain, though, he was exactly where he wanted to be. Around lunch time, the commotion had calmed down and there were only a few more scheduled patients that were set to arrive at intervals throughout the afternoon. Next up, an Amara Cast and her her young son, Liam. From what Kit had gathered, the boy was experiencing disruptive behavior patterns during full moons, which, according to everything he had been taught, simply was not indicative of him inheriting some sort of werewolf gene. Historically, the trait had never been passed on to offspring without a bite.

The brunette man whose feet were now lazily kicked up on his desk, had asked Amara to bring her son in so that he could get a better idea of his symptoms. Just in time for the full moon, too. Kit finished up the last of his leftover curry and headed to the lobby to check in with Lena, the newest face of the front desk. With an ever-growing client base, the Healer had decided a few extra hands could only benefit his business and hired a handful of nurses and secretaries to keep things in order. Just as he made his way to the front of the building, there was a knock at the door.

Kit wasn't typically around for this part of the new process, but he felt compelled to answer right away. He wasn't sure what propelled his legs into motion so quickly, but before he knew it, the door was swinging open and he was met with a mildly familiar face. Had they met before? Kit's thoughts were uncharacteristically jumbled and he felt a lurch in the pit of his stomach. He had encountered this feeling before, but couldn't quite place his finger on when or where. "Miss Cast?" Kit offered his hand with a smile before looking down at the boy. "And you must be Liam?" The man presumed, grinning at him. "Come in, come in, please," He held the door open for his newest patients and led them back to one of the less clinical rooms the place had to offer. He didn't want to scare anyone away with all the medical supplies and experimental looking equipment just yet.

"How are we going today?" Kit prompted, motioning for Amara and her son to sit on the couch opposite the arm chair that he was plopping himself on quite unprofessionally. He often wondered what new patients thought of his less than professional practice. Between the slack dress code, his quirky design work, and the overall relaxed vibe, he was sure that people thought he was a complete kook at first. "A little... antsy?" Blue eyes flicked up to Amara, nodding in the direction of her son who had escaped from his chair and was running toward the window. "I can see what you mean," Kit spoke to Amara, pursing his lips. "Are you comfortable having this conversation with Liam here?" He used the boy's current distraction to his advantage, keeping his voice lower than usual. "We have a play room just up the hall, if that suits?" He offered. The Healer was unsure how much the young boy knew, and didn't want to compromise the situation.

Mother and son stood there for only a brief moment before the door flung open and there stood Kit. Amara took his hand as he offered it to her, shaking it and offering him a small smile. "Yes. It's a pleasure to meet you Kit," Amara greeted him in reply. Liam, however, was still looking the opposite direction across the street, completely oblivious. Amara nudged him a little to get his attention. Liam quickly turned around and looked up at Kit wordlessly. His eyes were very large, almost too large for his head, and an icy white-blue color. He had the same exact pair of eyes that his father had - a bright full-moon gaze that almost seemed to glow in the dark (which spooked Amara out sometimes). Amara let out a short, awkward chuckle to compensate for her little boy's silence. "Sorry. He can be a bit ... shy..." but she knew shy was not the right word. He was just a little odd.

Following Kit's queue, Amara was led into the building, guiding her son before her. Liam pulled her hard, almost causing her to stumble in her high heeled boots. She had tried her best to be a good mother, but he was becoming more and more of a handful with every passing day. It would probably not be long before he outgrew the dainty witch... then she would really have problems. She followed Kit through the office until they reached a cozy meeting room. Amara plopped down on the couch across from Kit, pulling Liam onto her lap. Liam wiggled around anxiously and quickly freed himself from his mother's hold, although she wasn't really putting up much of a fight. She sighed, watching Liam climb over the couch and run to the window. Fortunately the window was locked so he was unable to fling it open like he wanted. Instead, he pressed his hands and forehead against the glass. His breath began to fog the window as he stared out into the street. He wanted to play outside! Why was he here?!

"Antsy sounds about right," Amara agreed, walking over to Liam and picking him up. He wrapped his arms around her neck and his legs around her waist like some sort of koala bear. He was so much heavier than when he was a baby, but Amara managed to hold him up before walking over and sitting back down. She nodded at Kit's offer of a playroom. "That would probably be best..." she turned her head and pecked Liam lightly on the cheek. "Do you want to go play?" she asked him, and he nodded excitedly. He was still squirming around, but Amara held him the best as she could before he was escorted away.

Amara then began to hum a little tune to him. Her voice was so incredibly soft and soothing, it put Liam in a little bit of a trance. He stared, unblinking at a poster of a troll that Kit had hanging in the office. Little did Amara know that her songs were really a gift of her veela heritage. She just assumed that she had a mother's calming voice. Anytime she danced or sang in public, literally every single man within a few yard's radius would gravitate toward her. She hummed a little bit longer, running her fingers up and down Liam's spine. She looked back at Kit as she finished her song, Liam's head resting on her shoulder in a complete and utter daze.

"When I sing to him that usually helps..." she said to Kit. "Although now that he's getting bigger it doesn't always work as well..." she trailed off as Liam broke out of her spell and began to fidget around in her lap.

Kit's electric colored eyes flicked from Amara to Liam as he took in their interactions with one another. Although he knew it was typical of kids this age to be rebellious, the Healer couldn't help but feel there was something unique about this case. Without breaking his gaze, Kit gave a quick flick of his wand to indicate to one of his nurses that assistance was needed in his office. In the few moments they were left waiting, he had concluded that Liam had a strong aversion to being held still, as most kids do. What Kit found to be interesting, though, was that he couldn't peel his eyes away from the window. Liam's compulsion to escape was on the verge of being palpable.

"Playroom it is," Kit's voice sounded rather distant, the gears in his head practically working out loud. "It'll just be a moment," He was thankful for this time to get a real picture of what Amara had written him about. Just as dozens of theories began to overwhelm his thoughts, Kit felt a strange and familiar calm take control of his every sense. Everything he had felt just moments before was dulled, completely mute, except for a single song. He swore the hummed melody was being whispered directly and deliciously right to his ear.

Kit hadn't even realized his eyes were closed until Amara's voice snapped him back to consciousness. What was going on? It took the man a few moments to recollect his thoughts and recall where he was, but as soon as he did, he was struck by an odd thought that made his stomach tumble. He had met a handful of women with the spell-binding song of a veela that Amara possessed and one in particular stood out. The one who took his heart right from his chest without so much as a thank you note. Kit shifted in his seat uncomfortably at the memory. Thankfully just then, Claudia, one of his first hired nurses stepped into the office with a beaming smile.

"Ahem," The Healer cleared his throat, finally tearing his gaze from Amara to look up at his employee. "Can you take Mr. Liam here to our top secret playroom, Claudia?" He grinned back at the boy with a wink, pushing the warning signs to the back of his mind. "You can't tell anyone about it, right?" Kit wiggled his brows at Liam. He had always had a way with kids, and he certainly enjoyed their company despite his oftentimes cynical outlook on most people and things.

The red-haired nurse happily escorted Liam to the playroom upstairs that was brimming with activities and games to keep him entertained. Turning back to Amara, Kit crossed his leg and pulled out a small notepad and quill. The enchanted device had already started jotting down the events that just occurred, and would keep track of everything that was said between the pair over the course of the visit. "Well I certainly have a better idea of what you wrote me about," Kit began. "To start, I think you can quite successfully use your veela heritage to control a lot of those minor outbursts," He spoked plainly, completely unaware that Amara herself wasn't cognizant of her situation.

As Kit's red-haired assistant entered the room, Amara loosened her grip on Liam. He wiggled free of her grasp and stood up straight. Amara couldn't help but smile widely at Kit's interaction with Liam. Amara could tell Kit was great with children - he knew how to communicate with them without belittling them. This action made the witch feel immediately more comfortable and trusting of Kit. "Top secret playroom?!" Liam's little head bobbed up in down with excitement. His bright twinkling blue eyes looked at his mother with pure excitement and she nodded at him. She motioned for him to follow the nurse. "Go ahead Liam," Amara insisted. "Have fun!" Liam jumped up and down, then proceeded to skip out of the room.

The witch tore her eyes from the door, watching it close behind the nurse and her son. The tiny witch pushed a few pieces of her glossy dark locks behind her ears, sitting up more attentive than ever. She had hoped that Kit would have some sort of solution... some kind of antidote to help her son. Amara had done her research. She knew he was not afflicted with full on werewolvism, he was just different. He got incredibly rowdy and hard to handle on the nights of a full moon, he had a taste for rare or undercooked meat, and his temper tantrums were nightmarish. All of these details were written to Kit prior to this meeting. Amara did not realize that the last quality was part of his veela powers Liam had inherited from her. Amara was quite calm most of the time, therefore had never manifested into a bird or had breathed fire. Whenever Liam gets angry, his features become terrifyingly sharp and the environment around him reacts in tune. These same qualities Amara had never even realized she had within herself.

Her beautiful face remained calm, as she watched Kit's enchanted quill scribble down notes furiously. As Kit spoke, Amara felt a wave of relief. Her stance seemed to calm and loosened up a bit. "Oh, great!" she said, putting her hands together. Kit was going to be able to help her son afterall! She smiled at him, and he continued on. "To start, I think you can quite successfully use your veela heritage to control a lot of those minor outbursts." There was still a smile on Amara's face, although it did not reach her eyes anymore. It took her a long moment for her to completely process his statement and what it meant.

Veela heritage? The smile faded from her face and her expression was wiped blank. The lights in the room dimmed ever so slightly and the silence became very heavy. The quill stopped scribbling and remained waiting for her response. Her bright crystal blue gaze looked from her hands, and met the depths of Kit's eyes. She did not know what to say. He seemed very nonchalant about this sudden earth-shattering fact. Amara had never met her mother, and her father refused to ever tell her anything about her. Not even a name. Amara had grown up her entire life without a mother figure, wondering what she was like. Amara's beauty had always been a blessing and her curse. She had been stalked and hurt by many men, and had her heart broken many times. Was this all because she was a veela this whole time?

"I'm sorry... but... a veela?" She was struggling to find words and form sentences. Too many emotions were coursing through her being that it was hard for her to make sense of anything. "You think I am part veela?" she asked, finally. She looked at Kit with an extreme intensity that her blue eyes almost seemed to glow. Her dark hair began fluttering about her, whipping the sides of her face even though there wasn't a breeze in the room.