Wes had been heading to Lana's restaurant when he'd heard familiar voices arguing down the alleyway next to it. Catching the the very end of the conversation, he took decisive action, striding forward, his right arm raised and aimed at Damon. With a flick of his wrist, the custom arm brace Fred had made for him could discharge a wooden bolt with as much force as a normal crossbow. There was only one bolt spring loaded, but Damon didn't need to know that.

"Snap her neck and I'll put you down, Damon. So I suggest you let her go, now, before history starts repeating itself." His voice was calm and surprisingly level, but he was fully prepared to follow through on his threats if he had to.