The silent lullaby continued, voiceless but real.
And something impossible began to happen.
The melody, carried through bonds instead of sound, started to take shape. Not metaphorically. Literally.
Silver threads appeared in the air around me, thin as spider silk but glowing with faint light. They wove themselves in patterns that matched the rhythm of the lullaby, creating something between music and magic.
A barrier. Made of memory instead of power. Made of feeling instead of force.
The threads spread outward from my chest, following the melody's flow. Wrapping around the freed wolves. Around Kael. Around Astro's dying body.
Creating a second layer of protection inside his blood-drawn sigil.
Kael stared at the silver threads in wonder. "What is this?"
"Song." Astro's voice came barely audible. "Made. Manifest. Memory. Given. Form. She's. Creating. Protection. From. Pure. Feeling."
