I have no surpassed "Together" part one in chapters! Huzza! Anyway, I'm sorry I havn't posted in a while. My attention was else where despite that I was working on more material. Here is chapter 21, enjoy. . .

Days went by and life readjusted to normal. When The Kurgan was gone Arielle would practice sword play or riding and take care of her puppy. She was great at riding and took to it quickly. The sword was something she wanted to copy The Kurgan in but never felt she could capture his gracefulness that she would see in his skills. When he was home she was always by his side everywhere he went.

He had her in his sights at all times. If she wasn't in his bed she was by his side. He hated leaving her alone and whenever he came back he would grab her and kiss her like it was their last. A few months passed and soon winter came. The freezing cold kept the two in their bed more often than usual but they didn't mind. It was in the beginning of winter that Arielle ventured out to the forest to watch The Kurgan hunt. They both wore black fur trimmed cloaks and rode tall horses as they went through the thick surrounding woods.

Besides being a master swordsman The Kurgan was also skilled at archery and trap setting. She watched over his shoulder as he showed her what he was doing along the way.

"Why don't you have other people hunt for you?" she asked already knowing the answer.

"Then what is there to life?" he asked with a smirk. "I have always and will always hunt for what I want. I had to hunt for you and I hunt for our food."

Suddenly his voice trailed off and he notched an arrow. From on top his horse he let it go and it flew until it hit its target. Arielle heard the hard thump of the arrow hitting an animal. He smiled and thundered off after his kill with Arielle behind. The Kurgan was just done loading the deer onto his horse when he suddenly went stiff, he spun around, with sword drawn, and Arielle stepped closer to him. She grabbed his arm and hid behind him, following his gaze.

"What's out there?" she asked quietly.

He focused on the forest, scowling at the trees. He didn't say a single word. Every time another Immortal approached he would feel sick and know why, this time he couldn't tell why he felt sick. Without a word he hoisted Arielle up onto her horse and then got atop his own and led her away from the forest. As they rode Arielle kept looking back over her shoulder and recalled a time, not long after she came back to The Kurgan's castle, where she felt watched. Was there another Immortal out there that made her lover uneasy?

Once at the castle Kurgan helped her to dismount. "Go to our room and wait there for me." He told her.

She obeyed without a second thought, trusting in his commands. While she waited in their room she stepped out on the terrace, looking out over the rolling forests of Saxony. While she gazed over the lands she failed to notice a shadow creeping up to the left of her. When it stood in the setting sunlight and she still didn't notice, entranced as she was by watching The Kurgan unsaddle the horses, it reached out. . .to touch her shoulder.

She jumped a foot in the air and the hairs on the back of her neck rose quickly. She spun around and a scream began to leave her mouth but the shadowy figure clamped his hand over her mouth quickly. She began smacking and hitting at her assailant and trying to push him away.

He grabbed her shoulders firmly and then leaned in close. She saw who it was and stopped struggling, a wide smile.

"Macleod," she whispered happily.

She hugged her old friend and he hugged her back, "And how have you been my friend?"

There was a thud outside the door and Arielle quickly glanced at it and then looked back at him. "Well I died and then came here. And after that I was kidnapped and held prisoner for a year, then suffered amnesia and am now suffering from paranoia. But other than that I've been happy."

He looked surprised, "Wow, you sure are living the life of the Kurgan's Woman."

She blushed, "So you heard?"

"That's why I came looking for you. I heard you lived here now but when I came to see how you were you were gone. I've been watching ever since."

She grinned," So it was you the other day."

He looked at her curiously, "I what?"

"It was you who watched us in the courtyard out back and just now in the forest wasn't it?" She had a playful expression on her face.

He shook his head, "No Arielle. It wasn't me. I've been in the village for the past few days."

Her smiled went away, "What?"

"There is someone else here."

The sound of footsteps could clearly be heard coming up from the stairs. They both looked at the door and Arielle put a finger to her lips. She turned to Connor.

"I wish you didn't have to leave but he'll try to kill you," she shrugged apologetically.

"Arielle there is someone else here watching you. I've felt him and seen him. His name is Belfiero." The name was hard to understand through his strange accent but she comprehended it. "I have to go but remember that name nd be careful." He kissed her on the forehead and then scrambled back down the vines that climbed the sides of the castle.

She leaned over the railing and looked down at his darkened figure. The door swung open behind her and she quickly spun around to find her mate walk into the room. He looked around and then saw her standing by the railing. She looked at him expectantly, he looked back suspiciously.

"Who was here?" He asked as he began to stalk over to her.

She looked at him plainly, "There was no one."

He reached her and looked over the railing just in time to see the visitor running to the tree line. He slowly looked back at her, "Oh?"

She sighed and looked at where the figure had gone. "It was an old friend."

"MacLeod," he growled.

A fearful wave suddenly rolled over her and she backed up, whenever Bronson had been angry at her he would hit her or shake her fiercely. She backed away from him and shook her head, "I-I didn't sleep with him. I would never betray you like that, I swear!"

When he looked at her he was confused by the emotion that flitted across her face, fear. He peered closer to her, "What are you afraid of?"

"You don't think I. . .slept with him?" She asked timidly.

He walked over to her cowering figure and grabbed her arms. She shook as he pulled her in close and then wrapped his arms around her waist. "I know you didn't. Deep inside, you know you could never sleep with any other man besides me. We are eternal mates." He looked down at the top of her head.

She looked up at him and in her eyes he saw her uncertainty. He hummed irritably and then held her close and led her back inside. He could still feel her shaking and to ease her fear he led her to the bed where he showed her nothing but the overwhelming emotions he had for her. The love that burned uncontrollably in his head and heart, as hot as fire. He kissed her tenderly where she yearned and gave her what she needed.

That night he was able to ease her fear but as he sat on the bed afterwards he wondered if she was truly all the way back to him despite her memories. She still carried this fear that he would hurt her, the real Arielle would never have that feared him at all. The Kurgan's fury at the dead Hartmann name burned again and he cursed them for tainting his mate. Not only that but Macleod was there.

The Kurgan knew he wouldn't stay long now that he had spoken to Arielle. About what they discussed he would ask of her in the morning. He looked back and saw the woman sleeping, her chest rising and lowering delicately with each breath. He laid back down and curled around her sleeping form possessively. If one more person, Immortal or human, so much as touched her it would be the last mistake they ever made.