But there was someone in front of him.
As he turned his head, Griffin halted just in time to avoid flying straight through the woman, who was still standing as calm and quiet as a dead tree. He yelped in surprise, his voice no longer echoing but rather shrunken, a weak little noise that barely even escaped him. All of his surroundings, he realised, sounded just as muted all of a sudden. Gravity pulled on him, taking him down to his knees. The desire to murder this woman was suddenly a raging fire that briefly knocked him unawares of the world.
When he looked back up, he bared his translucent teeth in a threatening snarl. "Whatever you are, woman, I will kill you!" the ghost spat.
Looming over him, the woman lilted her head to the side slowly. "Dear little ghost boy," she whispered as she knelt down, her voice a deep thunder even when hushed. "You will do nothing but what I command."