Novel & Cerita Outcast In Society

The absence of my presence these past few years had made me accustomed to compromising in front of Sophie and her family. Even when Julius replaced me in the family portrait, or when every New Year's dinner table was filled with dishes Julius liked, I endured it. I even comforted myself by telling myself that things weren't so bad if someone could stay by their side in my place. I thought that as long as the family was happy, nothing else mattered. But today, a single apple gave me a wake-up call. If they already saw me as an outsider, why was I still trying so hard to belong?

"Fine. I heard some of the older guys talking in class today. It’s not like it’s a secret, Gwen. People talk." When he used the words 'outcasts' and 'rebels,' my mind flashed back to the very first day I arrived at RavenBane. Elodie had been telling me about my parents, and she had used those exact same terms. She’d mentioned they were outcasts. Were they the ones Leon was talking about? Were they banished and exiled from their packs too? "So...the outcasts," I began, trying to keep my voice steady. "Can they ever go back? Once you’re exiled, is that it?"

“That’s the tag your society created for the people it threw away. So yeah, I am the discarded trash of your society. Yes, I am a rogue.” His voice had a strange, silent gravity that felt like a slap to society. There was pin drop silence after he said those words. His every word pierced through my chest because I knew how it felt to be discarded. Even now when I shut my eyes those horrific images flash in my mind. After being expelled from the pack and before the rogue attack, I was no different from this invader. I wandered like a lost child in this enormous world with nowhere to call home, no food to eat, no willingness to live and no one to call family.

I was an outcast, unwanted and unwelcome. Barely able to hold back tears, I gathered what little pride I had left and turned to leave. But before I could make my exit, a group of people had gathered, their faces contorted with scorn and judgment. They pointed at me, their words cutting through the air like shards of ice. "Look at her, a disgrace where she comes from." "She's probably a thief. We can't trust the likes of her." "Go back where you came from. You're not welcome here. And tell them if I see your filthy legs away, I'll chop them off!" the owner roared.

I felt like a ghost. Even in my own home, I had always been an outsider. My father, the current Beta, and my brother, the Beta-in-waiting, saw me as nothing more than a political piece. Something to be traded, married off, used. They showed more warmth to strangers than they ever did to me. When the car stopped at a bar near the neutral zone, I stepped out without caring how I looked. I wore a simple dress and cheap shoes. No designer labels. No symbols of rank. Just me.

"I've said this before and I'll say it again. No matter what my father intended, I can never share his property with Denver. That boys a bastard, and do you know what happens to bastards?..." I shake my head even though I think I have a clear idea. "They cast them out. They become nothing. And that's what Denver Chadwick is on his way to becoming. Nothing."

Finally, I remembered. “They have been cut off from our world, isn't that pack full of men who had been banished for their terrible sins?” I whispered harshly. “You judge too quickly. Your help lies there so do the answers you seek” she answered simply. I stared at her hoping it was a silly joke or something that I would laugh off, but I didn't even dare crack a smile and her face stayed serious and grim. Finally, after taking a moment to breathe deeply and calm myself, I tried my best to explain, “Our people don't associate with outcasts” I paused as I searched for the right words to say. “There is nothing common between us.” My voice faltered for a split second before I regained control. “

That would give me just enough time to slip past the border, just enough time to escape the nightmare that had been my life since the triplets became Alphas. Ryder. Caden. Jaxon. The names echoed in my mind, each one sending a shiver down my spine. The memories were too vivid—each sneer, each taunt, each moment of humiliation they’d inflicted on me over the years. I was an omega, the lowest of the low in the pack. Weak, insignificant. Prey. That’s how they saw me, and they made sure I never forgot it. But after tonight, they wouldn’t have a target anymore. I’d be gone, far away from the pack that had broken me.

he said, smiling faintly. “I understand if you don’t want to hang out with me anymore,” I looked at him, smiling at his foolishness. I often forget that the "outcast" system in schools seems to have its own unspoken categories. It's a harsh social structure that, ironically, feels universal, almost mirroring my experiences from my old school when I encountered students similar to Asher when I volunteered as a Mental Health advocate.

The Land of the Outcast, was basically a place where no one wanted to talk about, neither did they want to have anything to do with it. It was believed to be the hiding place for an ancient clan of rogue wolves which was comprised of a particular specie of wolves that was considered as an abomination. The wolves had been formed at a particular period on the ancient times when a severe pandemic known as the Vampire syndrome broke up amongst the wolves. The vampire syndrome seemed to have caused a kind of alteration in the genes of the wolves that lived during that time, hence they started to give birth to infected babies which they later called The outcasts.