Zane POV
I woke to a pain in my neck and my back. I had fallen asleep on the table in the library, where I was looking through some information on people who survived the mate loss and how some believed, why they lived through it, and I guessed it had come down to how the relationship was. Those who have survived, were either not having a good time with their mate, towards the last few years, or the mate was not his fated mate, but a chosen mate. Somehow that made a difference, and though Dad had loved Mum, their relationship for the last few years had been strained, with Mum pulling away from Dad, and she had never really been a good mum.
I had Mary as a motherly type figure and there were a few more there for me over the years.
Giving my neck a rub, I stood up and stretched my back,
