“How's Kade? We've got to get these guys healed!" I called out, draping Jacoby's arm over my shoulders and heaving him to his feet. Groaning, I knew I wouldn't be able to haul the deadweight like that for long. Shifting, I wiggled him directly to the center of my back and linked his wrists over my chest. Much easier.
“Yeah, Kade's out. That's not gonna happen," Memphis replied. He knelt beside Kade and attempted to rouse the healer.
“F*ck," I muttered to myself. I was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to sleep. Until my boys were on the mend, that was not possible.
Lugging Jacoby's massive frame backstage, I eased him onto a chair and propped his torso against a table to ensure he didn't fall over. Wulf appeared instantly, poking and prodding the unconscious male. He picked up a
