"Axel, don't drop me, you idiot." I cry out in shock, my arms instantly wrapping around his head as he walks towards the dance floor.
"I won't." He laughs, his body shaking and causing me to cling tighter to his head. I hated being carried on someone's shoulders. I was not afraid of heights, but being carried this way always made me scared for some reason.
As we reached the middle of the dance floor, a purple cake could be seen, and I could now see why I was placed on Axel's shoulders. The cake was about ten tiers high with the typical happy birthday, and my name scrawled on it in red icing. Roses made of red, orange, and yellow flowers of different shades cascaded down the cake in a way that resembled my fur in wolf form, and I couldn't help but let out a chuckle. Leave it to Sere
