Mated to a Demigod

The midnight sky was an endless expanse of black, punctuated by a few scattered stars, their faint light barely penetrating the dense, looming shadows of the forest. Cassandra Wilde pushed her way through the underbrush, her boots crunching on the fallen leaves and twigs that littered the ground. The cold night air bit at her exposed skin, but she ignored the discomfort, too focused on the task at hand. A full moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the landscape, and the towering trees seemed to whisper secrets as the wind rustled through their branches.