Emberlight

"So, you're telling me I wrestled three cyclopes last night and... won?"
Dr. Alexander Matthews, a myth-obsessed professor, never expected his latest research trip to Greece would lead to actually becoming Hercules. 
After stumbling upon a cursed diary, Alexander wakes up in ancient Greece... only now he’s got bulging muscles, an olive-wood club, and a to-do list that includes slaying the Nemean Lion. 
His body is built for heroics, but his mind is still very much a coffee-fueled academic. Between dodging centaurs and managing way too many injuries, Alexander struggles to keep his cool.
With ancient monsters to fight, divine drama to dodge, and the constant realization that he's really bad at ancient Greek armor, Alexander must somehow survive Hercules' legendary labors — all while trying not to faint from pain... or embarrassment.
"So, about the Nemean Lion... any chance it just needs a hug?"

I'm Hercules, So What? I’ve Got a PhD in Myths!

The sun had just started rising when I found something amazing about our golden prize. I was fixing the cloak we made from the Nemean Lion's fur when I saw it doing something weird - the tiny hairs were moving and lining up by themselves like they were trying to make better armor.

"Iolaus!" I yelled, probably sounding more like an excited student than a strong hero.

"Come look at this! The fur is moving by itself!" I caught myself and quickly added, "I mean, the shiny cape is doing strange things!"

Iolaus crawled out of his sleeping blanket, still sleepy. He looked he could sleep another three days if he was let to.

And his face at the movement clearly said that he was not amused to be woken up by my scream early in the morning.

"What are you talking about now? And why are you looking at your clothes so early?" He watched as I spread the cloak on a flat rock, where the golden fur caught the morning light.

Living cloak..??