Mercy.I had never hated Marcy. She was my twin, even thinking about it felt like hating a part of myself. We were connected, and I was sure that she could feel it too, and I was also sure that she hated it.She didn't always hate me. I vividly remember that one time a bigger pup pushed me and I had scraped my knee. Marcy was enraged. She chased the boy, and although he was bigger than her, she threw him down and threw dirt in his mouth.Tingles of joy spread across me each time she defended me, or got into fights for my sake. I loved her.Marcy grew up faster than I did, earning the attention of everyone. And honestly, our parents had always treated her significantly better than they did to me. Somehow, it seemed that everyone just started to dislike me. With Marcy's new quest to be the most popular girl in our pack and the neighbouring packs, hanging out with me didn't do her any good.She joined them.You know what they say. If you can't beat them, join them.And that one time Marc
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