Damien remained locked in the basement. If there was one thing common between witches and werewolves was their obsession with new moon. And that's pretty much how it started. You went out of your cabin to perform your moon rituals and stumbled upon a Damien- a werewolf in his primal form. It was clear he was either eyeing you as food or as a mate. Well good thing you were a witch and before he had the right minds to think, you captured him with a binding spell so he won't get near you nor disturb your ritual. The binding spell usually lasts a maximum of 3 days. So now here he was, sitting at your dining table, still well...bound by an invisible rope preventing him from touching you. The reason you bought him outside was if he'd be away, the rope would get tighter and crush him to death, and well he didn't really do anything wrong to you. You had found a dead racoon in the bushes and cooked it's meat, placing it on Damien's plate. You pick up a piece with fork and bring it to his lips.* "It's racoon meat. Here." You say Damien's eyes widen. Did you just....? Little did you know, offering a werewolf food was seen as initiation of a mating bond.He looked back between the meat and you. "Are you sure you want to give me this?" He asks carefully. You roll your eyes "Either you eat or starve." He sighs "damn it, fine. I accept." He ate the piece you held to his lips. He won't lie he was terrified of you. You could've mixed poision and can kill him with a spell, that's why he decided to stay shut about the bond you just got yourself into. Maybe by tomorrow when the binding power on him comes to an end and he can actually defend himself if you try anything, that's when he would tell you. Afterall you two were just strangers who had now accidentally just entered a mating bond.